I'm going to stop pretending I actually have an upload schedule but I had writers block at the beginning of the week and have only just started writing chapter 5, so here's an unedited peice from the next chapter.

Steve wakes up groggy sore and aching, feeling like a small gnarly creature was trying to claw it's way out of his skull with blunt scraping nails. Air thick viscid and slimy with a putrid acidic smell clogging his throat and slowly suffocating him, his bedroom smelt like a food bin that had been left to fester in the middle of summer, he gags, gently prying himself out of Eddie's tight embrace, climbing across the floor towards the bedroom door, hoping for respite from the stench curling itself around his lungs until they burst, quickly discovering - much to his dismay- that he was the one who reeked so viciously. His head pounded even at the ghost of the idea he try and remember why.

He stumbles towards the bathroom door, so close to the bedroom it was almost baffling it wasn't made an ensuite or at least have an entrance through the room, crashing the solid sturdy wood behind him, locking it with the rusty metal bar that stuck and gripped as he slid it along with screeches and squeals which grated at his hearing, clicking into place surprisingly quietly. He turns the shower on so it can heat up while he undresses, hoping the piping hot water will wash away last nights ill decisions, tendrils of steam swarming the enclosed space, hiding cracking discoloured paint, the binbags duck taped over the massive hole in the wall where the tiles had collapsed, the cracked dirtied mirror ,the taps and sink diseased and dirtied with tooth paste stains and rust. Water beats down on him and he can feel it burning through layers of grease in his hair and the sweat on his back like millions of sparking cigarettes being dropped from the shower head sparking and simmering out on his back. Skin red and almost flaking, scrubbed vehemently , nail scrapes in a pattern against his back, intricacies of lines that will not wash away. 

He'd promised Ed's he'd stop drinking, he had stopped drinking, last night was just an anomaly that he couldn't let happen again.

Having neglected to bring any clothes with him, he tightly wrapped a  warm towel from the radiator about his waist, water dripping in a puddle at his feet, running down in fast flowing rivets, diverted in different direction by hair, but all ending up streaming and pattering into the dirtied grit between the tiles. Early morning sun peaks through the frosted window and penetrates the darkness, shimmering off the droplets on Steve's skin, the cord for the light hanging uselessly by the door, the light had been broken for months and neither him nor Eddie had gotten around to fixing it, making do in the dark, it was strangely peaceful.

The screaming lock gives way and Steve exits the bathroom, shuffling across the floor with his bundle of clothes in his arms, holding them as far away from him as possible, and holding his breathe for good measure, throwing them in the washing machine without checking the pockets.

Reblog to hug prev poster (they need a hug)

I now understand why fic writers talk about commenting a lot because the amount of serotonin i just got from a whopping amount of two (2) comments on my (first ever!!) fic is simply unreal

My writing abilities when I have an entire free day: twelve words. Take it or leave it

My writing abilities when I have to be somewhere in fifteen minutes: I got six thousand more in the pocket

I ADORE this frame SO MUCH 😭💖💖💖

(!!NOT A SHIP!!)

Me choosing the art style i'm going to use today.

How do I be cool like Jesus Christ

Be kind

If a worker who isn't the owner says ANYTHING similar to "I'm not really supposed to do this but-" and then does something that helps you, under no circumstances inform the business, including through reviews. You tell them that the worker was polite, professional, the very model of customer service and why you like to go there. You do not breathe a word of the rulebreaking.

Sketches from my maths lesson.

My first post for this fandom! Here's smiling Ray :D

Also, nice to meet you all! Just call me Kristin ^^

Gonna start a post with blank memes. Please add any you have on hand and reblog to spread them.

when i become a famous author promise me you'll spread pdfs of my work across the internet

Wait… Isn’t Ed Balls day coming up? ED BALLS DAY, I HAVE TO GET READY TO CELEBRATE 

being a dsmp fan at this point feels like being an average l’manburg citizen i think. this place keeps crashing and burning and the people who made it keep ending up terrible and we are standing in the rubble waving our little flag very calmly. something blows up and people and screaming and running away and we are just Here. oh yeah this place is being blown up rn. yeah it’s not the first time. you get used to it.

literally anon you get it

“Who was I now—woman or man? That question could never be answered as long as those were the only choices; it could never be answered if it had to be asked.”

Stone Butch Blues by Leslie Feinberg