#and i HAD to write it

[fandomscraziness22]

kiss prompt 42 for... whichever ship you want! lol

42--to gain something.

ok full disclosure, i asked shelly to send me this so i could write this lol but CALEB/ADAM FLUFF TIME LET'S GOOOOOOO

It’s a gray Monday evening in November, and Adam is in his happy place. He’s curled up on the couch in the living room, his study playlist pulled up on the tv for effect. The internship is a dream; getting to work at a publishing house is exactly where he wants to be—but he has easy access to fun reading material, which is dangerous for his free time.

Adam turns a page, engrossed in his story, and the blanket around him slips a bit. He’s warm and cozy, just how he likes it.

“Hey,” a voice calls from the entryway. Adam looks up to see Caleb, fresh from his shower after work at the gym nearby. He smiles at his boyfriend, and suddenly his night is complete.

“Hey,” Adam echoes, and Caleb walks closer, face fond at what Adam assumes is his own “introvert nerd position.”

“I haven’t kissed you much today,” Caleb notes as he reaches the couch. Before Adam can come up with a response that isn’t a mass of stuttering (what, his boyfriend can be smooth sometimes), Caleb bends down and places a soft kiss on Adam’s lips.

Adam’s eyes slip closed as they kiss a second time, lingering just a tag longer. He already knows this is what he wants the rest of his life to look like. Reading an epic fantasy, greeting his boyfriend with a kiss, letting Caleb’s happiness wash over him (in the normal way, because Caleb has a better handle on his ability now and it isn’t something they have to worry about). 

Caleb pulls away and settles into his favorite chair, pulling a blanket from their pile. Adam goes back to his book.

It’s not until the music stops and the tv chimes the changing of the channel for him to realize.

“You just wanted the remote!” Adam says, betrayal in his voice.

“Monday night football starts in two minutes,” Caleb defends himself. He waits a beat before adding, “And I did want to kiss you.”

Adam can’t help but laugh. “You are such a punk,” he groans. “I can’t believe I fell for that!”

“I can, dork.”

“Meathead.” Adam throws a pillow at Caleb’s head for good measure, and then lets himself accept the loss of his music and returns to his book.

send me prompts from this list!

#the bright sessions #caleb x adam #caleb michaels #adam hayes #the college tapes #tct #tbs #fluff #prompt fills #listen my parents were being super cute and funny #and i had to write it

[king-of-mortar]

“I’m sorry, my love, forgive me,” Whumpee pleads, as if pretending to be affectionate and speaking Whumper’s language will appease them.

They’re half-right.

But still, Whumper cannot push down the betrayal gnawing at their insides. “We are friends,” they repeat. “You cannot treat your friends like this.”

They should go get their pipe. They should beat Whumpee senseless until they learn that Whumper is their friend, that Whumper cares about them, that Whumper loves them. They should break every single one of Whumpee’s bones to teach them that, but Whumper is weak.

Whumpee is looking at them, with their sad, tired, brilliantly blue eyes, and Whumper finds they just want Whumpee to be happy. They want to be happy, too.

They wish they both could be happy together.

If it were anyone else, they would go fetch their pipe, and they would scramble their brains. But it is Whumpee, so they refrain.

“Speak again,” they say, because it is nice to hear. When Whumpee strings together sentences brokenly with their slightly-off accent, it doesn’t sound grating, it sounds like love.

Whumpee hesitates. “I know very little,” they say, in Whumper’s language.

Again, it is ungrammatical in several ways, but to Whumper, it sounds like the most beautiful music they have ever heard.

Perhaps, just this once, they will let Whumpee’s transgressions slide. Just this once.

#intimate whumper #creepy whumper #emotional whump #whumpee #whump prompt #i just had this idea about whumper / whumpee having different languages #and i had to write it #this ones a bit strange #but if u substitute an actual language in it makes a bit more sense #i don’t know #mortar’s writing

[fallen-regentarc]

random starter for @forwardlion bc i thought of one of our old plots.

                davina   can't   help   but   laugh    ,    a   memory   having   come   to   her   without   much   prompting    &    it   had   caused   a   moment   of   unrestrained   joy   to   come   from   her    .    '    remember   the   time   that   I   accidentally   walked   in   on   you    ?    '    eyebrow   is   tilted    ,    blue   eyes   speckles   with   gold   widening   with   laughter    .

             '    walked   in   on   you    ...    watching    —    well   it   wasn't   suitable   for   all   ages    .    '

#♡ * ⁎ ┈ forwardlion . simon lewis #♡ * ⁎ ┈ starters #I AM SORRY I RANDOMLY THOUGHT OF THIS #AND I HAD TO WRITE IT #♡ * ⁎ ┈ v . heart is gold #fowardlion

[bottombatch]

Transitional Periods

I'm currently playing the game Season - A Letter to the Future. It's about recording all the sensations and memories of now for future generations. But it's also about transition periods. The characters in the game all know the world is going to change, but they do not know how. The main character spends much time pondering what this will mean for her and the world she knows.

As a transgender person and a human, I think about transitions a lot. There are events that wholly and suddenly mark new seasons in our life; and then there are those that are slow, gradual.

Recently, for the second time in my life, I was part of a roadtrip across the country. Washington to Ohio. We were visiting my grandfather in the hospital. We made plans to drive out there when he could still speak. When we got there he hadn't reacted to any stimuli in two days. Hadn't been awake. Hadn't eaten in a week.

It had felt so sudden, and yet… I remember. Almost a full year before that, he and my grandmother came to visit my sister's highschool graduation. He spoke of his recent surgies. He choked on a piece of chicken and we almost called the ER. I can't help but think that my grandfather's passing was not so sudden. That I was simply not present for it until the very end.

When I think of transition periods, I think of my father. On the way back home to Washington from Ohio (the third time I'd made that trip) we passed through Chicago to see the Korean side of my family. They had just moved into a new apartment that was maybe 200 feet away from their old one. Practically just across the street. They asked my father to bless the new home. He is not that kind of pastor. But still, he prayed. He spoke on transitional periods and how they can be difficult. How family and community are important for such times. And I thought, "How ironic is that?"

How ironic is it that you would say this when you would not be there for my transition! That he would look me in the eye and tell me I was wrong. That I would have to wait until college and even then, do it by myself. That it would not be spoken of in his house.

Now, I wish I had taken more time to be present for my own transition. I am almost at two years of HRT, and yet, it passes in a blur. Two years of transition, so sudden. Again, I was simply not present until the very end. And I can't help but think it's because my father was so unwilling to be part of it. That it made me wish to just be at the end. As if being at the end of the transition period would restore that family and community.

But of course, it didn't. I've had to remake my family and it has been wonderful. They make me want to present. To memorize the now and appreciate it before the next transition.

There is a tiktok comment thread I think about a lot. Profound words in unlikely places are all the more profound, I think.

It goes: harashsidhu - this will gonna take 3 years

ashmanathletic - creator The time will pass anyways

I graduate next semester. I fear what that will mean for me. But I will be present for it. The time will flow like grains of sand and I will count them, for they will pass anyways.

#my writing #season #season a letter to the future #transgender #nonbinary #tw death #tw dad #this game got me in my feels #and i had to write it

[sylvies-kablooie]

i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.

#i often wonder about how many things would be considered classic or high art had they only received the marketing #how many short films that were made for class could have been the most powerful thing you'd ever seen? if you'd seen them? #“you know the greatest films of all time were never made” etc etc #but like. these works of art ARE being made. it's just enjoyed by a smaller audience with equal impact though #i think about this one furry i used to follow on insta who had the coolest worldbuilding ever. it's been years. #thought prompted by that sketch of nimona from ten years ago that was just for a character design #posted to the creator's tumblr and now it's nominated for best animated feature film at the oscars #and by the genuine emotional reaction a fan comic made me feel. how much work had gone into it. how beautiful it was to me. #idk what to tag this but i hope whoever needs to hear it does #writing #writer #fandom #fandom culture #artist

[nonbinary-arsonists]

I will take that rabbit and give him found family whether he LIKES IT or NOT.

Click for higher quality + alt text :)

#my art #digital art #comic #tadc #tadc fanart #tadc jax #tadc pomni #tadc kinger #tadc ragatha #tadc gangle #tadc zooble #the amazing digital circus #tadc comic #amazing digital circus #pomni #is. is caine in there. technically #ALT TEXT IS SO HARD OMGGGG #i had to write the 4th pages alt text like 4 times bc tumblr kept deleting it

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

#almost wrote the champagne line as ''effervescent'' but legit could not write it without saying ''effervescent like a snail'' #ah tumblr... #writeblr #warm up #idk . having trouble writing rn #ps i don't like to talk about it . it is my medical information. but before you ask. yes this is about being on the spectrum #i really don't like when ppl make my writing about how im [whatever ID]. i want it to ring true for the people who it rings true for #i don't want it to be like ''awwwww look at this person!!! she's the EXCEPTION!!! :)" ..... #no.... not really..... #idk something gross happens whenever i admit to certain conditions and i turn into like inspiration p*rnography #like yes they actually let us use keyboards these days #furthermore i just... dont feel comfortable talking about this part of me. i had too bad of a childhood. adhd is one thing... #this one im like. still coming to terms with. which is like. my own journey. #idk. just please be kind. some things are more private than others. this one feels private to me. #i do not know how to help others w/this . and i do not know how to help myself. i will talk about it if im ever ready. idk if that will #actually ever happen #ty in advance i love u im kissing you we are kissing somewhere on the spectrum

[yeehawpim]

#original comic #webcomic #we go together #artists on tumblr #greek legend #damon & pythias #slightly different this time in that Dionysius I of Syracuse was an Actual person 😂 #but i heard about this in breadsword's video essay on the legend of sinbad and it was so good I had to write smth with it #also i thought the plot of the legend of sinbad was the smartest shit when I was a kid lol #indie comics

[adrianfridge]

Height gap romance except the shorter one is frequently depicted in situations where they are contextually taller. The taller one sitting while the shorter one looms over them. Both of them lying in bed with the taller one’s head pressed to the shorter one’s chest. The shorter one straddling the taller one’s lap and leaning down for a kiss. The taller one on their knees as the shorter one tilts their head up. Please, it makes me go feral

#yes i am writing this #my rambles #this post really popped off #ironically this is about my original characters #but if I had to make it Teen Wolf… #scisaac #scott mccall #isaac lahey

[suguann]

Possessive!Gojo who makes you wear his jersey when you go to parties at his fraternity after games, openly admiring the way you dwarf inside his clothes. He leans forward on the edge of the bed to get a better look, resting his elbows on his knees, his eyes raking over every inch of you from head to toe. 

"Toru, it's too big," you pout, checking out your reflection in the floor-length mirror on his closet door. “I look silly.”

The tent growing in his sweats says otherwise—all the blood in his body rushing from one head to the other just from seeing two things that are his coexisting—and he gives you another once-over, thinking of several ways to describe you, silly not being one of them.

"You’re so pretty, baby.” He swears he’s a little drunk from the sight of you, but he means it.

Possessive!Gojo who pushes you up against the door inside the locker room before a game—slightly jealous from the guys looking at you as they filed out into the hall, and equally turned on because he knows they can’t have you—telling you he can't play with a hard-on before he's pressing into you from behind.

He can feel your tummy quivering under his hand where he holds you close, feels how his cock is carving its way inside of you, and you both moan when he presses down lightly. It makes him dizzy how tight and small you are; pulsing, wet, and swollen-soft velvet that gives every time he buries himself into you.

"You gonna hold all of my cum in this cute cunt until after the game, y-yeah?" he sucks the question into your neck. “Don’t worry, I’ll lick it out of you afterward. Just keep it warm for me, ’kay?”

You answer him with a high-pitched whine as you clench down hard around him, cumming with a muffled scream against his palm and nearly pushing him out of your warm, fluttering heat.

Possessive!Gojo makes sure to stuff his cum back into your drooling cunt with two thick fingers, curling them into your front wall to pull another soft orgasm out of you—just a little more, ah, there you go, always so good for me—before he helps you fix your panties to trap it there.

His arms wrap around you before he presses a tender kiss to your temple. “Don’t forget to cheer for me.”

Possessive!Gojo whose smirk from watching you squirm in the stands, melts into a glare when a guy takes the empty seat beside you, sitting almost too close for his liking.

“Stop staring at your girlfriend and hit the fucking puck already,” Sukuna grumbles, leaning against his stick.

Possessive!Gojo who makes sure to fuck you in the backseat of his car afterward with the windows cracked in hopes that the guy from the stands would walk by to you moaning Gojo’s name, and he eats you out just like he promised—bending you over the center console, smiling to himself at how shy and squirmy you get—only to fill you up again.

Possessive!Gojo who pouts whenever Nanami manages to steal your attention with something sciency and nerdy (something entirely up your alley) whenever you come over on weeknights. 

“That’s so neat, Nanami,” you smile, hearts practically in your eyes as you listen to him talk about his latest research. “Maybe I can stop by the lab and check it out sometime.”

Possessive!Gojo who doesn’t miss the way Nanami’s ears turn a shade of red from your praise—color high in his cheeks—how he gives a sheepish smile whenever you talk to him.

“Toru,” you say, finally bringing your soft, pretty gaze on him again. “Are you even studying?”

Yeah, he is, but something else entirely, he thinks as he watches how your shorts hug your ass while you walk around the house’s common room—and he’s not the only one staring.

Possessive!Gojo who slaps your thigh, making you jolt in his lap. "Did I tell you to stop, huh, baby?"

You shake your head, biting your lip and avoiding the pair of eyes watching both of you (intently) from across the room—especially you—a quiet observer as you slowly sink onto your boyfriend’s cock while Nanami thrusts his own into his fist. 

"Ah, fuck—b-but–"

Your words break off into a choked moan when Gojo thrusts his hips up underneath you, pressed as deep inside as he can get, and when he looks down, he swears he can see the imprint of himself pressing against your stomach. 

"Tell me what I said,” he says through gritted teeth as he starts bouncing you, the couch continuing its steady squeaking under your knees.

Possessive!Gojo who can tell that it's hard for you to concentrate with the way his cock moves inside you, and you’re unable to answer with anything other than babbling nonsense. He decides to take mercy on you and stops to grind you in his lap instead.

He kisses your cheek, your neck, anywhere he can get his mouth on. "I said, don't stop until you cum, and you’re going to let Nanami see how fucking pretty you look when you do."

The next sound out of your mouth is a squeal when he holds your inner thighs to keep you open as he thrusts up into you again and again—letting Nanami see what can never be his.

“That’s it, baby,” he growls. “So good for me. Go on, show him how my good girl takes cock.”

Possessive!Gojo who locks eyes with Nanami just as he’s about to cum, burying his groans of pleasure into your neck as white-hot sparks shudder up his spine and heat pools in his gut.

Mine, he tries to say, but Gojo thinks his frat brother gets it when Gojo’s the one cumming inside you and Nanami’s spilling all over his fist.

Masterlist

#gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo smut #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru smut #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #nanami x reader #nanami x you #nanami smut #.things i write #sorry if you're seeing this again #i had to repost #anime smut #jjk drabbles #jjk fic

[lazylittledragon]

if i had a nickel for every au spawned from twitter that i SWORE i was going to be normal about

#i'd have like. five. which isn't a lot but IT KEEPS HAPPENING #stranger things #platonic stobin #steddie #steve harrington #robin buckley #eddie munson #here we go again boys #i've had this floating in my head for a Minute and i was like #nah i'm not gonna do it #maybe i'll anonymously write a fic #but no we're mombin posting on main #i think on twt we agreed it's a 'what's the worst that could happen' situation #platonic co parents can be so so so personal #also i have One more stobin wip and then bg3 again i swear #when i have a baby i Will be putting my giant black wings on beforehand #they have to know what kind of family they're coming into #cw pregnancy

[moonlight-prose]

says i'll do kinktober.

ends up writing chapter three of a din fic i haven't touched since january.

#how the fuck did that happen #for some reason the din inspo bitch slapped me across the face #and i had to write it #anyways chapter 3 of strength among stars dropping in a few hours #witch aunt talks✨

[theoldkyokodied]

This bloodweave art dump has it all: The price of devotion, the serenity of simple touches, cat to cat communication and iasip redraws with slightly altered dialogue

#bloodweave #astarion x gale #gale x astarion #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #gale dekarios #astarion ancunin #the bw server knows most of these already diakjdhkjkfhksk #i had exams. i still have to write one but after that… i will be a free man once more. ready to draw (hopefully) #i actually have more iasip redraws wips. yes i have recently started to rewatch it. dont look at me

[spaceshipkat]

congratulations! you’re now a pirate. your seventh most recent emoji is the symbol on your flag. mine is ™️

#akskdjdhdjsjs #why am i making another one #last one got 17k and i had to delete it #BUT I AM ALSO CURIOUS. COME ON LETS BE PIRATES. #REBLOG MY PRETTIES! #ive got editing brain #sorry #tag games #should anyone look at the tags yes im a colossal ofmd fan #it made me write fanfic for the first time in my writing career

[apollos-olives]

i want to mention that while yes, the conditions that palestinians live in is horrid, palestine is still a beautiful place.

there are so many stories of people returning from their trip to palestine and all of them saying that they were disgusted and horrified and the living conditions they say the palestinians were in were just awful, and while yes all of that is true, and palestinians do live in ridiculous conditions, i still want to make it clear that palestine is an insanely beautiful place. our mountains are beautiful, our plants are beautiful, our mosques, our churches, our olive trees, our birds. palestine is a beautiful place. it is the birthplace of both christianity and judaism, it is the birthplace of jesus. our temples are astonishing, our food is delicious, our culture is rich, and our diversity is beyond. our dances are beautiful, our clothing, our jewlery, our homes. each and every one of our lives is precious.

go to any palestinian home in the world and you'll see beautiful things. the west wants to get rid of us, to completely decimate every part of our existence, but we will not let them. and we need everyone on our side to help us keep palestine's beauty safe.

#this took me forever to write bc every 3 seconds i was coughing up blood #agh agh agh agh #anyway i had some pictures to go with this post but i felt like it wasn't a good place or smth #palestine #free palestine

[microwave-core]

I think it'd be very funny if there was a Zelda game where Ganon isn't the big bad, but when you get to the Gerudo area there's a male Gerudo named Ganondorf there. He has zero relevance to the plot. Not any kind of twist where he becomes the villain in the end, or any kind of side quest. He's just there and that knowledge perpetually looms over your head menacingly.

#legend of zelda #loz #ganondorf #stellar content me #ill go back to writing but i had to get that idea out there #i cant be alone in this tourment #guys what happened #how did the post break containment #not that the tags and comments aren't good but like #how #GUYS #big tumblr on their way to shoot me out back now brb