you will never convince me that taylor swift and her publicist tree paine aren’t EVIL bitches.

Writer mood - reading your own fics and thinking "Damn. I wish this author would update and post the next part already." Cause, ya know, you wanna know what happens next too.

Wake up babes, new chapter of mallrats just dropped <3

Mallrats (23114 words) by QueerCodedVillains Chapters: 3/9 Fandom: Naruto, Naruto (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Deidara/Sasori (Naruto), background kakuzu/hidan Characters: Sasori (Naruto), Deidara (Naruto), Hidan (Naruto), Kakuzu (Naruto) Additional Tags: SasoDei Week 2023 (Naruto), 90'S, Akatsuki - Freeform, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Claire's AU, Mafia AU, If You Squint - Freeform, we are taking liberties translating the akatsuki into a modern setting here, Drug Use, Drug Dealing, Blood and Violence, POV Alternating, Bottom Deidara (Naruto), Top Sasori, BDSM, Impact Play, Praise Kink, Edging, Orgasm Control, Overstimulation, Sasori is still a puppet master but only in the loosest terms, if you catch my drift, Shibari, Suspension, Fucking Machines, Porn With Plot, Hurt/Comfort, Bratting, brat taming, Dom/sub Series: Part 1 of Mallrats Cinematic Universe Summary: In which the Akatsuki are 90's mallrats by day, crime syndicate by night. All the best criminals have a day job to launder their rent money, but the real fun only starts once they're off the clock.

I want to make an actual edit with it but here’s my crosshunt playlist

HAS EVERY PUFFING KNIGHT HAD AND ENCOUNTER WITH MORPHO KNIGHT?!?!??

JESUS CHRIST

/lh

Nah he's built different he doesn't need a butterfly to save him xD fate did that on its own

oooo babey were about to get super silly w/ it. Takin our Silly Pills tonight.

It's just like Reputation is such a Jancy album you know?

rereading marionette stars' observatory epilogue makes me want to add tikoh back to my muse list, but that's. so much. and cupitan.............but that's also so much.

... so normal™ about Loкi doing time jumps

sometimes i feel my story nagging at the back of my mind, gnawing, clawing, breathing down my neck, demanding "i need to exist", "i want to exist"; its desire and will powerful and overwhelming.

when it will be written, it won't be the most beautiful or smart or sophisticated story ever, i know that even now, it may even come to be overall unremarkable; and yet towards it i feel sheer, unfiltered awe, simply for the fact that it is a story and posseses a will to exist, a great and awesome will, and i am the sole witness of it, the sole prophet and worshipper to this decisive power. a story, it feels to me, is a separate mode of being, something vaguely and imcomprehensibly conciousness-like, but abstract and untethered, while human conciousness is unseparable from the intimacy and realness of us being animals. a story needs us, our animal bodies and lives and minds, our hands and mouths and neurons, to help it become real, to take it and bring it onto earth: something halfway between a symbiotic relationship and a religious experience. i find myself subservient to it, to art as universal divinity and to my story as my personal deity that embodies the former.

this loyalty to sublime makes me feel more at peace and in tune with the mundane than anything ever before it. i realize, in a sudden grace of acceptance, that in order to serve my story, to write my god i need to be alive, a blessed animal, and to be alive i need to take care of myself, which means i have to do the dishes and find a job and various et cetera; everything shifts and makes perfect sense. i no longer feel confused or burdened as to "why should i bother", and my body moves lighter and easier.

but the thing about unwritten stories is that they don't yet exist in any physical sense, not as electronic signals or pigment on paper or air vibrations or projected light or anything else; my story in its full form resides only in my head, and thus my awe and loyalty and service towards it are directed, ultimatey, unto myself, in the most sefless and selfish fashion simultaneously — self-love through division and synthesis. to serve art is to love yourself, and to love yourself is to make sure you're alive; to want your story to exist is to want yourself to exist. it's a complex system, but beautiful. with that thought, i'll go finish the dishes, and maybe cook something.

open starter: m/f/nb muse: cormac mcintire connection: they just pulled off a robbery (bonnie/clyde type)

"holy shit! i can't believe we did it!" cormac laughed, hand slapping against the steering wheel. adrenaline pumped through him, so intoxicating he briefly wondered if he should have been driving. should they had pulled in a third accomplice to drive the getaway car? it hadn't been a huge ordeal, a small convenience store to start. to jump start their lives away from everything, bankroll their newfound freedom together. "baby, this is it. we're on our way to new lives." he looks over at his partner in crime, grin wide and animated. an unusual look for him. "you got it all right? all the money?"

i love now getting to judge other people's dming processes.

no camp nano update today...... I am still behind but tomorrow I'll be with friends for our monthly laze around on the couch and be lazy day and I always get some good writing done there while we're watching movies and lazing and being lazy......

I did get a bit of writing done today though

a very confusing phone conversation between nat and yvonne about the current situation (yvonne has impulsively beaten her manager to death with a shovel and now needs help disposing of a body) and how to handle it, where they both for entirely different reasons are trying extremely hard not to actually name the situation out loud (that yvonne has impulsively beaten her manager to death with a shovel and now needs help disposing of a body) in the fear that someone will overhear and be like um????? this conversation sounds an awful lot like someone has impulsively beaten their manager to death with a shovel and now needs help disposing of a body???

so they are talking in Metaphors that are just getting increasingly out of hand

also the thought/idea that many years past canon, Azathoth’ll totally be capable of doing shit like this but in the real world:

me: i don't wanna think about angst rn

also me to me: hey you know whats a SUPER fitting song for that maximum angst au you're cooking up

also

Have u seen mark's magazine shoot?

cause its making me want to scream and cry 😭😭

YES. OH MY GOD I HAVE SAVED COUNTLESS TIKTOK VIDEOS OF THIS. the Little Women edits with him as Teddy's character. Like Mark Lee with my favorite book ever? I am deceased. 😭😭😭