Just a girl

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[beccawritesfic-blog]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Shameless (US) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich Characters: Ian Gallagher, Mickey Milkovich, Yevgeny Milkovich Additional Tags: Future Fic, how the heckie do six year olds talk, Fairy Tales, i dont know what this is, mildly ooc speech patterns, utter domesticity, Bedtime Stories, idk idk idk Summary:

‘It really hurt Prince Ian, though. Especially when Prince Mickey and the princess – not his sister, the other one – had to get married. So Prince Ian decided he wanted to go and join the knights to fight other dragons, so he left, and Prince Mickey…’ ‘Was he sad?’ ‘He was really fuckin’ sad, kid. He had never been so sad in his life.’

[maxkirin]

The thing all writers do best is find ways to avoid writing.

Alan Dean Foster (via the-water-nixie)

[samlikesboys-deactivated2014071]

All of the orgasms in fic are so violent. His orgasm came like a punch to the gut. It hit him like a mack truck. It knifed him in a fucking alley. What these orgasms need is a good education.

[roachpatrol]

the orgasm tapped him on the shoulder politely because it wasn’t raised in a goddamn barn

[rainbowbarnacle]

By the time he came back to himself, the orgasm had washed the dishes, vacuumed the living room, and retrieved his lost house key from under the chaise lounge.

[zavocado]

Also, when Kurt and Blaine decide to move into their own place, I really want them to like find an apartment in Elliot’s neighborhood and then they have jam sessions and pajama parties and Elliot teaches them how to guyliner and Blaine and Elliot teach Kurt guitar things (or try to, he’s not so great at it) then Kurt and Elliot show Blaine better ways to style his hair with volume instead of plaster and they’re just the cutest little group of friends ever and then Kurt and Blaine start trying to play matchmaker for Elliot cause he wants a pretty person, too.

[freckledandholy-blog]

if i lay here

if i just lay here

do u think this fanfic will write itself

[patternofdefiance]

If there’s one thing I’ve learned from reading fanfiction, it’s that clear communication will save you at least three chapters of angst.

[mistyzeo]

AMEN.

[bedabug]

[sweet-bitsy]

Snails Kiss On Cherries [photo by Vyacheslav Mishchenk]

[ghostiexo]

fanfiction should be taken a lot more seriously as literature. True, some of it isn’t really excellent writing and some is just smut but let me tell you i have read some fics that are beautifully well done and turned my life upside down and legitimately gave me feelings for days and if that’s not real literature then what is

[kingwizardandthelizardgizza-blog]

Douglas Adams is the best when it comes to describe characters

[quasarkisses]

they need to teach classes on Douglas Adams analogies okay

“He leant tensely against the corridor wall and frowned like a man trying to unbend a corkscrew by telekinesis.”

"Stones, then rocks, then boulders which pranced past him like clumsy puppies, only much, much bigger, much, much harder and heavier, and almost infinitely more likely to kill you if they fell on you.”

"He gazed keenly into the distance and looked as if he would quite like the wind to blow his hair back dramatically at that point, but the wind was busy fooling around with some leaves a little way off.”

"It looked only partly like a spaceship with guidance fins, rocket engines and escape hatches and so on, and a great deal like a small upended Italian bistro.”

"If it was an emotion, it was a totally emotionless one. It was hatred, implacable hatred. It was cold, not like ice is cold, but like a wall is cold. It was impersonal, not as a randomly flung fist in a crowd is impersonal, but like a computer-issued parking summons is impersonal. And it was deadly - again, not like a bullet or a knife is deadly, but like a brick wall across a motorway is deadly.”

[the-water-nixie]

Happy Valentine's Day!

An anon prompted: Kurt and Blaine with a baby on Valentine’s day. This one is considerably shorter. A double drabble, as we used to say in dinosaur times. 

***

Kurt is awoken on his first Valentine’s Day as a father by a big, slobbery kiss on his chin and the guffaws of his husband. When he squints open his eyes all he sees is red and pink and all he smells is sugar and butter. Seriously, he feels himself getting fat from the smell alone.

"Happy Valentine’s Day,” Blaine coos, climbing into their bed, their six month old daughter cuddled against his chest. They’re dressed in matching red cardigans and bows—Blaine’s around his neck and their little girl’s on the front of her white shirt. They are nothing less they sublimely adorable and Kurt is melting.

So he gives them both kisses, wiping his daughter’s drool from his chin, and stifles a yawn. “Happy Valentine’s Day, family,” he says. “And what is that divine smell?”

Blaine chuckles and swoops the baby in for another kiss, planting one on Kurt’s forehead as she drools on his cheek while she squeals a laugh. “If you would care to follow us down to the dining room, we will show you,” Blaine says. “And as an extra enticement, let’s just say that it involves chocolate chips and waffles and other things that can be drowned in homemade whipped cream and maple syrup.”

Kurt’s stomach lets out a groan to match the one on his lips and he hurries out of bed and follows his favourite people down to breakfast.

[sgtford]

I think a big part of why I read way more fanfiction than books is that there’s just a hell of a lot less exposition

the first 10 pages of most books are always “these are the main characters and here’s some background on each of them and this is the setting etc etc” and it’s such a fucking hassle getting to the plot sometimes

fanfic is just like “fuck it you know all of this already let’s go”

[gleeklainebow-deactivated201611]

merry christmas

[xekstrin]

when I publish my novel I want you all to swear to me that you’re going to write uncomfortably erotic fic about characters I didn’t intend to have sexual tension 

swear it

swear to me

[nauseto]

[beccawritesfic-blog]

#but omg#what about an au#where there is no blaine#but kurt transfers to dalton#and is so alone and sad even among people who don’t bully him#and he gets given the canary#and he feels like it understands him when he talks to it#and it ends up being blaine anderson#the 1950’s star warbler who was turned into a bird#for some reason#and was cursed#but something about kurt makes it so he can turn back into a human#and after they kiss and everything is good#kurt is like#’….BUT I CHANGED IN FRONT OF YOU’#and blaine blushes and is like ‘well i tried to look away!’ [via chatterboxcrissmas]

[beccawritesfic-blog]

4. Dirt

A/N: Day 22 and I'm just finishing up #4. This one kind of got away from me and it started merging with my obsession with orchids. welp!

  Kurt quietly moved forward in the dark closet, trying not to make any noise and disturb Blaine who was humming along to the radio across the apartment, in the kitchen, while baking Kurt his bi-annual cookies.

“Shit!” Kurt cried out in a whispered tone, after slipping on a scarf that had been loose on the floor. He was definitely getting close to where Blaine had hidden his anniversary present, he never left clothing on the floor, unless they were torn off in the heat of the moment.  Kurt just hoped Blaine hadn’t heard him cry out, and that he wouldn’t come to see if he was okay.

Kurt didn’t usually snoop, he gave Blaine his own space, but honestly the curiosity was killing him. He slid behind a rack of winter clothing that he had put away a month ago, and was stopped by something odd. Kurt looked down to find a large bag of miracle grow nestled in between one of his hat stands and a shoe rack.

It wasn’t opened yet and hadn’t gotten any dirt on his clothing but it certainly didn’t belong there. Kurt wondered what had prompted Blaine to buy it, as they didn’t have any yard space in their third-floor apartment, and then why Blaine had wanted to hide it from him.

Kurt figured the best way to answer his questions was just to ask his husband. So he picked up the bag of dirt, and made his way out from behind the racks of clothing. Blaine didn’t hear him at first when he entered the kitchen, he was singing along, at an incredibly high decibel, to an old Beatles song as he put the baking tray into the oven. Kurt paused for a moment to check out his husband’s ass, before stepping forward and dropping the bag loudly, to get Blaine’s attention.

“AHH!” Blaine shrieked, and jumped. Blaine turned around to see Kurt with one hip cocked out, and an eyebrow raised with teasing smirk.

“Kurt, you scared me!” Blaine exclaimed, pressing a hand to his chest to calm him rapidly pounding heart. Blaine’s gaze slowly moved down to the source of the loud noise that startled him. “Oh, um…Kurt-I can explain!” Blaine stumbled out.

“It’s okay, I was just wondering what this was doing in my spare closet. Care to explain?”

“Well, you know our anniversary is coming up...” Blaine paused.

“And you decided you get me some dirt?” Kurt teased.

“No! well it’s only sort of your present,” Blaine explained. ”I got you an orchid, because when we had them at the wedding, you said they were your favorite because your mom used to keep them around the house-” Blaine rushed out before being cut off by Kurt. “Oh, Blaine, thank you. That’s so sweet.” Kurt said giving his husband a soft smile.

“I know! But now it’s dying and I don’t know what to do so I bought it some dirt to cheer it up, I guess.” Blaine said with a shrug.

“Can I see it?” Kurt asked shyly.

“Sure, it’s probably better  give you your present before it dies.” Blaine said sadly.

“You’re such a drama queen,” Kurt replied, “I think I might be able to fix it.”

Blaine walked to the bedroom and came back with a small potted orchid, it was pale yellow with a pink center. “Where were you hiding it?” Kurt asked.

“Behind the bookcase.” Blaine admitted sheepishly.

“Well that’s the first thing, they need light.” Kurt said.

As Blaine walked closer Kurt took a better look at the plant. “The medium is all wrong for this, it needs a mixture of wood chips, charcoal, and bark. We’ll need to find the big bag of dirt some other use, because first thing tomorrow I’m going to get it the right stuff to sit in.”

Kurt moved gracefully around the kitchen. If Blaine hadn’t felt so bad about his horrible present he would have noted how similar Kurt looked to his father when he was puttering around his shop.

“Sorry my present for you needs so much work.” Blaine apologized. “Nonsense, some things just need a little love so they can grow into something beautiful.”

Kurt replied giving his husband a kiss on the nose before continuing on the proper methods of orchid care.

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3. Consume

A/N: Still catching up, I'll probably work on more of this over break.

Blaine was a little bit in shock. He was currently at Rachel’s annual christmas slumber party (which seemed a bit odd since she was jewish.), for the first time. Most of the girls from glee club were there; Brittany, and Santana had opted out having what Santana had called “our own kind of girls only slumber party”, but Mercedes, Tina, Quinn, and Sugar were there along with Kurt. Blaine had been surprised at first by the invitation, although he knew Kurt was always at their movie nights, but as Rachel had said “Gays don’t count as boys at an all-girls slumber party!” (which had slightly offended Blaine, and had seemed untrue, especially when the two gay boys invited were dating each other.).

But this was not what was currently attracted Blaine’s attention. No, it was the sight of his boyfriend basically stuffing his face. So far Kurt had eaten three slices of pizza, a small bowl of popcorn, drunk half a liter of sprite, and he was scraping the bottom of a pint of cheesecake ice cream, and they were only on half-way through the first movie in their John Hughes marathon. Blaine wasn’t judging, he had just never seen Kurt eat so much in such a short amount of time, not even when he’d gone to Kurt’s house for Thanksgiving dinner last month.

Blaine had never really thought about the fact that Kurt was a teenage boy. And apparently he ate like one, at least, at slumber parties.This new little piece of the puzzle that was Kurt Hummel slid into place in Blaine’s brain, in fact it made him fall in love with the blue-eyed boy even more. The knowledge that Kurt could fit that much in his mouth at once was stored in Blaine’s mind for later usage.

[marymorstranhasmoved-deactivate]

god forbid i am a woman who enjoys sex and reading sexual things

god forbid i am a woman who enjoys writing about and reading about the hot kinky stuff, as well as the trust and emotions, that goes into shipping

god forbid i like enhancing my own interpretation of the characters and what i perceive their relationship to be in a way that the big bad patriarchy doesn’t approve of