Iâm stuck in a rut. Send me prompts in my dms or asks.
Fai_Ryy
noise dept.
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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Cosimo Galluzzi
Jules of Nature
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Noah Kahan

@theartofmadeline

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RMH

Discoholic đȘ©
occasionally subtle

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Claire Keane
Show & Tell

Love Begins
$LAYYYTER
taylor price
we're not kids anymore.

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@arianapeterson19
Iâm stuck in a rut. Send me prompts in my dms or asks.
If youâre ever having a bad day remember that I got upset and actually went to Antarctica and got adopted by an older lady who fed me it was the best 2 weeks of my life. SoâŠ.dreams come true or whatever.
Another time I got upset and ran away to Spain for a month. My coping skills havenât improved.
Update: I got upset again and flew to New Zealand to see the glow worm caves. My coping skills have not improved.
Update: Got upset again. Flew to Singapore. Ate so much good food.
âExcuse me,â said a soft voice.
Tony looked down to see a fifteen year old kid staring up at him, all big brown eyes and flushed cheeks.
âYeah? Can I help you kid?â asked Tony, smiling as kindly as he could. He could remember being a young teen at his first pride event, twenty or so years ago.
âUm, I was wondering if I could have a hug? My family isnât um, they arenât excited that Iâm gay and I could really use a hug?â
Tony blinked, then remembered the shirt Steve had insisted he wear, that said free hugs.
âWhatâs your name?â asked Tony.
âPeter.â
âIâm Tony, Peter,â said Tony. âNice to meet you Peter.â
Tony opened his arms and the kid ran into him. They stood there, hugging tightly, for several minutes, until two different voices made them pull away.
âTony, love, I got you coffee,â said Steve, coming up behind Tony.
âPeter-Peter-Pumpkin-Eater,â called Wade, running up, sporting a brilliant pan-pride shirt. âThere you are!â
Tony and Peter pulled away.
âWhoâs this?â asked Steve, wrapping an arm around Tonyâs shoulder and handing his husband a large cup of coffee.
âThis is my new son Peter,â said Tony proudly. âWe are inviting him to dinner, okay?â
âCan Wade come?â asked Peter with a grin, his entire face lighting up.
âIâm Wade,â said Wade, holding out a hand. âPeterâs boyfriend.â
âYes, absolutely,â said Tony. âLots of food. And coffee. You like coffee, new son Peter?â
Steve shook his head fondly, because of course Tony would adopt a young teen in the few minutes Steve was gone getting coffee. If anyone understood the need of a loving father, it was Tony.
Me: I want to read something light, something cute.
Me: Wuthering Heights. I think this was mentioned in Twilight. Should be good.
Me: *4 chapters in* âŠâŠ.I donât want any of them to be happy.
If youâre ever having a bad day remember that I got upset and actually went to Antarctica and got adopted by an older lady who fed me it was the best 2 weeks of my life. SoâŠ.dreams come true or whatever.
Another time I got upset and ran away to Spain for a month. My coping skills havenât improved.
Update: I got upset again and flew to New Zealand to see the glow worm caves. My coping skills have not improved.
I need a tiny quick short story idea. Go.
So I grew up poor and Iâm very good at budgeting. So, in the nicest way possible - if youâre in a financial situation need to learn how to be poor, reach out! I can (probably) budget you so youâre not living paycheck to paycheck.
Bored at work so I started writing. But Iâm at work so itâs all on paper, probably never to be posted.
I used to know someone who called buses peasant wagon, she was a lovely person đ
Right?! Like, why do people have an attitude about public transportation? I use it all the time when itâs convenient! Thereâs no shame in the bus game.
Promises promises check this hand cos I'm marvellous đ sorry I just got and Ao3 email saying u posted a fic and this came in my head, now excuse me I'm gonna go read it
đ€Łđ€Ł Thatâs me every single time I write this story!
Me: Gas is really expensive so Iâm looking for alternate ways to get to work that arenât the bus.
Friend: Yeah, cuz the bus is for the poor people.
Me:âŠâŠ..because the bus I need doesnât have a stop near meâŠâŠ
Friend: Oh, yeah. Thatâs what I meant.
Send me suggestions for one shots. Or make me a bingo board. I have a break coming up so I want to be productive!
Listen, if George, Percy, and Ron didnât sing a rousing rendition of âHis eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toadâ at Harry and Ginnyâs wedding Iâll sue.
Anyone else bothered by how Moodyâs magical eye could see through thingsâŠ.like walls and clothesâŠ..and he was allowed near children?
Sometimes I read incomplete works and then spend the rest of the night finishing the story in my head.
SugarBaby Tony AU
âI suppose that like most things, you started this without thinking.â
 It was an unfair statement, they both knew that, but as expected, Tony let it slide because he wasnât in the mood to deal with his fatherâs unexpected presence. To be fair, that was also on Tony because the restaurant was very much the type of place Howard would frequent and Tony should have expected to at the least run into one of Howardâs work associates if not the man himself.
 âI always think things through,â said Tony, swishing his glass of wine slowly, not even gracing Howard with a look, instead his eyes scanning the suits and gowns for one particular suit that was hiding hard muscles and toned abs. âItâs why I left home in the first place.â
 âWho are you fucking?â demanded Howard. âI know youâre not here on your own, you could never afford this place. I made sure of that.â
 Tony sipped his wine delicately, like all those classes Howard had spent on him had taught him, and that probably infuriated Howard more, to have his disowned son sipping wine that cost more than some made in a week, acting as though Howard wasnât even worth his attention.
Me: Why has no one screamed at me about how adorable Clint is about getting a little brother?!
Also me: *has not finished writing that chapter*