— THRONE'S END PREVIEW | ROYAL DEREK FIC |

i'm just. taking a break from work and thinking about the fact that it's been almost two years since the c2 finale and that campaign still has me in a chokehold. i still think about the wizards all the time, which shouldn't surprise anyone but it's still remarkable. just taking a little moment to be in my feelings about them on main, nothing to see here

wip wednesday :D

hi all! thank you always to @kiwiana-writes @firstsprinces @firenati0n @matherines @read-and-write- for the lovely tags! today has been a busy day so I'm doing this backwards this time -- gonna post mine so it's not sitting on my mental to-do list and then DEVOUR what ya'll have to say! I'm so glad everyone's doing the word search game as well! <3

this is from part two of this fic, in which dom!alex (hopefully) lives up to the hype ksjdskjhdkh

below the cut since it is definitely sort of implied nsfw oops enjoy and Please Do Not Perceive Me, thanks!

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The day passes like that — monotonous vignettes interrupted by vivid snapshots, just enough to keep him invested when his mind wanders to other things. It’s the sound of his text tone when Alex checks in every hour, the press of his key to Henry’s sternum, the leather watch wrapped around his wrist, the kit he uses to clean Alex’s boots on the shelf near the door. 

He manages to get two solid hours of work in before he’s too distracted to input the numbers properly anymore, but he figures he has good reason. When his phone pings this time he’s expecting another message from Alex checking in to see if he’s doing alright, but he’s only half correct. 

The text is from Alex, but it reads instead: 

Stop what you’re doing and open yourself up for me.  Don’t touch yourself any more than what’s necessary.

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SO SORRY ABOUT THIS! :D

I haven't been on much at all today so I need to catch up on the tags and who all has posted SO if you've already shared PLEASE tag me under it so I can read! (I know I'm tagging some of you double here and that you've already tagged me for this but I'm trying to get a feel for if this is a good taglist or not kjshdkjhs)

I'm trying to come up with a solid copy and paste list of tags to make this a little easier for me so if you would like to be added or removed from this list, please message me! <3

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I hope you all had a wonderful holiday and are doing well! remember to be kind to yourselves! <3

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fuck it friday

tagged by @daffi-990 @thewolvesof1998 @giddyupbuck 💖💖

finally back with alive shannon! still not done with the conversation I'm stuck at, but just left it for now and gonna circle back later (and I can't even begin to tell you how much it bothers me that i'm not writing in order now omg) but small progress is happening so yaay! haha here's something from ch3 - buck's pov - it's a longer snippet that I literally just wrote so it's rough but it's something at least haha

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“Buck!” Christopher exclaims, noticing him first, and he hears rapid footsteps and crutches hitting the floor.

“Hey- shoes!” Eddie sighs heavily, and Buck just knows he’s shaking his head.

“Hey, bud.” Buck smiles, finally turning away from the TV, giving Chris a hug. “How was school?”

“Okay.” he shrugs. “Hi, mom.” Chris adds, turning towards Shannon to give her a hug as well. “How are you feeling?” he asks quietly, concern in his voice, and Buck’s heart melts. From the look on Shannon’s face, so does hers.

“Better.” she smiles, running her hand through his curls with the softest expression on her face, just full of pure love. Buck’s so happy they get to have this, both Christopher and Shannon, that they get this time together they so obviously needed and missed. “Buck’s been keeping me company while waiting for you.” she adds, grinning at Buck.

“What are you guys watching?” Eddie comes closer and sits in the chair, gesturing for Christopher to come over to him, and then helps him out of his shoes. He’s glancing at the TV, probably trying to guess if he knows the show. 

“It’s just this telenovela your abuela was obsessed with a couple years ago.” Shannon shrugs, lowering the volume. They’ll have to rewind and see everything they’ve missed. Or maybe look it up and start from the beginning. Buck’s invested already, and she’s fun to watch with, and maybe if they bond over that, things will feel less awkward. “There’s reruns.”

“You’re watching telenovelas?” Eddie looks up at Buck, then at Shannon, and back at Buck, frowning. “Without me?” he pouts, sounding half-teasing. He keeps looking between them, almost nervously. Is he worried that they won’t get along or something? Ridiculous. Buck can get along with anyone if he wants to – well, almost – and he’s gonna try here, for sure – it’s Chris’ mom, he has to.

“Sorry.” Buck chuckles, leaning back against the couch. Eddie finishes helping Chris and stands up again, while the boy takes a seat between Shannon and Buck, grinning from ear to ear. He scoots closer to Shannon, carefully cuddling into her side, her arm coming up around him. “You wanna watch with us?”

“Uh, I’d love to, but dinner won’t make itself.” Eddie moves to go towards the kitchen, but then stops and hesitates. “Uh, Buck-”

“Ugh, you’re gonna cook?” Christopher wrinkles his nose. “Can’t we order something again?”

“My cooking isn't that bad.” Eddie says, mock-offended, crossing his arms. “Right?” he looks at Buck, and then Shannon. Buck winces and takes in a sharp breath, while Shan wrinkles her nose – and Buck sees such resemblance between her and Chris in that moment – but neither says anything. “Unbelievable.” Eddie shakes his head, and Buck and Shannon look at each other over Christopher’s head and crack up. They might be on the same wavelength, that’s good. Teasing Eddie is another common ground, it seems like. “We had take out last night, and the night before, and before that all the food people brought over after-” he pauses, swallowing hard, still not able to talk about the accident, about almost losing her. He told Buck about his abuela and tía, and Bobby, and even Hen and Karen, and some other people from the station bringing some food so he doesn’t have to bother cooking while taking care of Shannon. “Well, what’s left is in the freezer, and I wanted to do something nice and cook, but maybe I’ll just defrost something.” he sighs, defeated, but there’s a small smile playing on his lips. “That okay, boss?” he adds, emphasizing the last word and looking at his son with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes.” Christopher nods, then bursts into giggles.

“Fine.” Eddie turns and starts walking towards the kitchen. “Buck, you coming with me?”

“You need help defrosting? Wow, you are helpless.” he says, winking at Chris, who just laughs again, but then gets up anyway, following Eddie – who’s at the kitchen door already, and flips him off.

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<3 thank u!

the opening scene of the vampire!tim fic, bc i realized i hadn't actually shared that one anywhere?

“Jesus, Tim, are you still down here?”

Tim deliberately doesn’t startle, despite the unexpectedness of Jason’s voice, right next to his head. He knows the pause in his work doesn’t go unnoticed. Jason mercifully doesn’t tease him this time. Still, he lets himself finish a final line of code. Jason keeps talking.

“Seriously, babybird, what are you, some kind of vampire?”

This time, the pause is longer. More deliberate. Tim turns his head until he can see Jason—arm propped up in the back of the computer chair, looking down at him with something like fond exasperation. Normally, this is enough to warm his chest, send his heart skipping a beat, despite how familiar the sight is becoming. This time, though, incredulity swallows the symptoms of his crush.

“Uh… yes?”

Jason blinks at him. “You’re fucking with me,” he says.

“…no?” Tim raises an eyebrow. Jason blinks at him again; honest confusion painted all over his face. Tim ignores the little thrill he gets, from being able to see Jason’s emotions unguarded. “You… really didn’t know?”

a snippet for the galehearters

She slips out of her slippers, first. The sight of her ankles alone excites Gale—not. Of course not, he’s kidding of course, because despite what Astarion asserts, he’s not some smitten school boy, unnerved by the slightest sliver of skin. For Gale Dekarios is a man of nine and thirty, who’s rather accustomed to the ways of making love, thank you very much. Still. Shadowheart’s slow, sensuous stripping of her clothes—tunic pulled overhead, then the unclipping of her brassiere, revealing her most excellent breasts—does make him a little dizzy, even a little shy. Not all because of her body, mind. A rather large part of it is due to the expectation that he is to follow suit. “So,” Shadowheart says, as she smooth-steps her way to him, within a fingertip’s distance. Now, he could reach out to touch her, and carve his palm down the smooth slope of her curves. But that would be unfair, considering how… “It’s your turn now.” Right. Uh. Yes. It is, rather tragically, his turn.

sorry I’m so terribly behind on asks! I don’t wanna spam (I feel like I already am lmao - I’m posting one every half hour), so that’s why it’s taking a while if you guys are sending things in

but I love you guys and I promise I’m seeing them — and I will be responding soon !! 💕🥹🫶

fuck it friday, which is apparently a wip snippet sharing thing, and also a monday thing for me today lol. thank you for tagging me @actingcamplibrarian!

“So,” Hawkeye finished, “now that that’s out of the way, I’m an open book again. No more mysterious stranger act. Are we okay?” 

BJ took a deep breath. “Yeah, of course,” he said, focusing on the glass he was washing now. 

“Are you sure? Because you haven’t looked at me since I told you that I’m fucking a man. Or, to be precise, getting fu-”

“Okay,” he snapped. “I get it, you don’t have to go into detail.” He did look at Hawkeye as he set the glass on the counter with a sharp crack. He was smiling in that way he sometimes did when he was angry.

Hawkeye glanced at the glass, and then met BJ’s eyes. “You know,” he said, “I wouldn’t try to hold your hand if you just gave it to me. I’m happily spoken for these days.” 

A flush prickled its way up BJ’s neck. “I didn’t—” But he could see the hurt in Hawkeye’s eyes too, just underneath the anger, and mentally slapped himself. He had been dodging Hawkeye this whole time — handing him forks and knives with his hands safely at the tips, shying away from his touch. Even now it was hard to look at him. It came as a surprise that he still had the power to hurt Hawkeye with his accidental rejection, but he didn’t want to wound him further, so he met his gaze. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I — I just have to get used to the idea. I’m not going to run away to Texas.” He smiled, trying to imbue it with genuine feeling. It helped. Hawkeye’s expression relaxed, not completely, but enough.

“It’s fine, I understand. You’re taking it better than some people I’ve told.”

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Rehna (Rennie) Lee Dawson, she/her, 22

Fem! Lovely OC

Small background snippet under the cut~!

Moved to Dahlia, California in an effort to get away from her estranged and disapproving family- starting over completely independent as well as completely alone. In the overwhelming shock of sudden change, she found comfort in exploring liminal surroundings; places she wasn’t supposed to go. She found her favorite spot to be a cut down tree stump right outside the gates of the once lively ruins of WonderWorld- a popular, bustling amusement park in its past that apparently was shut down after people were killed in a ride malfunction- in which she occasionally took a brief stroll through, always limiting her explorations of the ruins to the daylight hours.

Though, one night, she found herself to overstay past her typical curfew while walking around the shambled remains of a park; the evening sunset already beginning to pass when she felt a looming presence behind her…

“Boo.”

…You know how the rest of the story goes.

siri play this is why we can't have nice things u_u

It’s bloody Sunday. Hewwo everyone and thank you @you-remind-me-of-the-babe​, @thnxforknowingme​, @martsonmars​ and @larkral​ for the tags, hi back @cutestkilla​ and yes @caramelcoffeeaddict​ I am indeed tagging you!

To no one’s surprise, I have written nothing apart from my thesis. On Thursday I basically went “into the zone” (my teacher would apply the flow theory here) and I wrote for 3.5 hours and ever since Thursday I have been adding stuff, but it is mostly done. Mostly. I only need to do the more general theory on representation, but since it isn’t specifically queer, I care less lol. Basically right now my theoretical background is “Representation” (basic stuff), “Queer representation” (the consequences of queer rep, the history of queer rep, gay assimilation vs. queer liberation, queerbaiting, heteroflexibility, Bury Your Gays, intersectionality) and lastly “the queer gaze” (queer reading of texts, positive queercoding, queer female fandom).

But uhm, I am actually super duper proud of my work, so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ have some stuff about why there might be more queer men in media than queer women:

First, gender is generally still portrayed in a skewed way: there are more men in the media than women (Daalmans et al., 2017; Gallagher, 2014). Second, intimate relationships between two female characters are more often seen as something platonic (Russo, 2014). As an extension of this, women who sometimes enter into relationships with other women are not portrayed as queer, but as heteroflexible (Annati & Ramsey, 2022; DeCeuninck & Dhoest, 2016; Diamond, 2005; Jackson & Gilbertson, 2009). This means that relationships between two women are portrayed as a joke, a phase, a party trick, or as a way to attract male viewers (Diamond, 2005). This heteroflexible portrayal is not necessarily a bad thing, as it can also promote the beginning of a discovery of a queer identity (Symes, 2017), but most often a heteroflexible storyline ends with a woman being affirmed that she is straight and therefore she is not a threat to the heterosexual order (Jackson & Gilbertson, 2009). This is also consistent with the 1990s “lesbian chic” movement, in which sexual relations between straight women were presented as a fun, provocative trend (Dow, 2001; McNicholas Smith, 2020).

These are actually six sentences. Original is under the cut.

Will y’all ever be able to read this? Who knows. People, both online and offline, have expressed interest, which delights me. There is a thesis repository at my university, but a) my thesis is unfortunately in Dutch and b) I am using a copyrighted cartoon. I actually have permission to use it from the cartoonist (fuck yeah), but I obviously only asked permission for the use within my faculty so I’ll have to e-mail her again.

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 The Dutch one:

Hello it’s 5:19 AM and I wrote a LONG snippet for your pleasure.

Well,,, my pleasure, but you can enjoy it too. 🤭

Fic snippet #7: Porsche&Pete

“I want to support my friend, Kinn.” “Your friend? The one who left my family to go be with my psycho cousin? The one you forgot about? That friend?” Porsche's instinctive reaction was to get defensive. “You forgot about him too.” “Who persuaded me that everything was fine Porsche? Who assured me it was fine that he asked for vacation the way he did?” Porsche didn't answer.  Kinn sneered. “But by all means, go support him. I'm sure he'll appreciate it, coming from you.” There was a burning sensation at the pit of Porsche's stomach. There was something there that was making it difficult for him to breathe. He didn't know what it was.

On a scale of one to one billion, how much will your fic break me?

also uhhhh if you wanted to like post a snippet I would be so happy to indulge you in that endeavour yessirrreeeee

it's going to break you many times in different ways and if u think what you've seen so far is bad just wait until i get further into the story :) i promise to put u back together at the end though 💖

here's a little piece for u

He pauses on one of him and Eddie—it's something that Hen took one night at a bar, when they were all out celebrating some fantastic save that he can't quite remember the details of. They're both laughing, the bar lighting casting them in an orange glow, completely unaware that anyone was capturing the moment. Eddie's arm is resting comfortably across the back of the booth where Buck is sitting next to him, his hand brushing Buck's opposite shoulder. It was one of those nights where Buck remembers feeling incandescently happy. Like everything in the world could work out in his favour. “We were so happy,” Eddie says softly. Buck looks over at him, but he’s still staring at the photo, staring at the past, with a faraway look on his face. He’s not even sure Eddie meant to say that out loud. “Yeah,” Buck agrees, shoving the pictures back into the envelope and tossing it down beside him with everything else.

first wip snippet of chalk mountain!! i hope you guys enjoy. more where this comes from:)

Dixie stood pale and still with her mouth agape as the sullen man stared at her. He slowly raised an eyebrow at her and gave her a quick once over before he reached over the desk and snapped his fingers at her. “Dear? Are you in there?”

But Dixie could not hear a word. She stared at him in disbelief and then cut her eyes around the room one more time; just to make sure that she was actually there. She slowly shut her mouth and smacked her tongue a little to moisten her mouth back up.

“Uh…I, uh… I’m sorry, what is going on?” She croaked.

His thin lips gently curled into a smile and he leaned back in his chair. “Why, you are home, my dear. Home. At last!”

“Please stop calling me ‘dear’,” Dixie said, “what do you mean home? Who the hell are you?”

His smile slightly faltered as he spoke, “I apologize for any disrespect. My name is Franklin. I guess you could say I'm the mayor of this town,” he stood up, “mind if we walk? I have lots to show you.”

“No offense, but I have literally never met you in my life. I've never met a man named Franklin,” Dixie said. He shrugged. “Where are we walking?”

Her mind raced millions of miles a minute, her heart not too far behind. She searched for any reason, any feeling, even a hunch, to tell her to turn around and run. But there was nothing. All she could think about was that her mom could be here. She could be here.

“I just want to show you the town. By the way, it is bad manners to ask someone their name only to keep yours to yourself. If I cannot call you dear, I think I should get a proper name to call you by,” he gestured down the hallway and began to stride. He was very tall and towered over Dixie. “That is, only if you'll give it to me," He grinned and leaned down towards her.

“Dixie,” She muttered and felt her body tremble. “You're the mayor?” She quietly asked as they made their way towards the doors.

“Something like that.” Franklin chuckled and pulled the doors open, revealing Chalk Mountain to Dixie.

Played the demo a few days ago and it's so good! Love the story and art and I couldn't keep it off my mind these past few days ^^

Also just curious-was there an older version of the demo and is it still playable? I'm new to the game and the past asks seemed to imply that there was

aa thank you :,,,^O !!

there were actually two older versions of the game. i made them during quarantine while extremely bored. i'm not sure if i ever want re-publish those because i'm very embarrassed by the art and writing.

it was essentially the same premise but set in high school for anyone wondering