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30s, she/they, sometimes I write: Ao3 || multi-fandom nonsense & shitpost central || art collection || Icon: championofdogs || Theme: camillekaze

[ladymdc]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Her desire for Emmrich would never fade. Of that, Rook was certain. But the thought of sinking down onto Emmrich and pleasuring him while he was fully dressed and she wore only the gold he had given her sent a scorching line of heat through her.

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OR: In the early weeks of pregnancy, Rook is feeling a lot, but mainly horny.

[star-shard]

Sometimes, fanfiction is carefully plotted out stories, with plot points and call backs and themes that all tie it up in a meaningful and exciting way.

And sometimes fanfiction is, ‘Watch me do a fucking KICK FLIP off this cool sentence!! Also here's some sex'

Both are beautiful forms of writing.

[glowcowboy]

hey btw if the act of creation was done with the intent of perfection, nothing would ever be completed. create for the joy of creating. the world needs u and ur art

[savasbitti]

[honey-fire]

My dad was eating pistachios so I reached my hand out and he just started peeling them and giving them to me. Then suddenly went “I really hope you find someone who loves you a lot” and I went “enough to peel my pistachios for me?” And he laughed and said “yeah exactly” before carrying on giving me more

[peopleareaproblem]

The Raincoat

by Ada Limón

When the doctor suggested surgery

and a brace for all my youngest years,

my parents scrambled to take me

to massage therapy, deep tissue work,

osteopathy, and soon my crooked spine

unspooled a bit, I could breathe again,

and move more in a body unclouded

by pain. My mom would tell me to sing

songs to her the whole forty-five minute

drive to Middle Two Rock Road and forty-

five minutes back from physical therapy.

She’d say, even my voice sounded unfettered

by my spine afterward. So I sang and sang,

because I thought she liked it. I never

asked her what she gave up to drive me,

or how her day was before this chore. Today,

at her age, I was driving myself home from yet

another spine appointment, singing along

to some maudlin but solid song on the radio,

and I saw a mom take her raincoat off

and give it to her young daughter when

a storm took over the afternoon. My god,

I thought, my whole life I’ve been under her

raincoat thinking it was somehow a marvel

that I never got wet.

[write-on-world]

[ekjohnston]

This is, and I cannot stress this enough, extremely normal for literally any even vaguely creative person. I would argue even further that it's a sign of skill: you can prioritize ideas and sift through your thoughts for the best/most excitung ones. Many, many people never get to that second jar at all.

[its-a-seikret]

Tbh I don't understand anyone who denies their favorite character's flaws and acts like they've never done anything wrong when that is like consistently the most interesting part of any character ever

[julianbashir]

looking at pictures of characters on my phone at night feels like this sometimes

[lesbinewren]

we need to make using chatgpt embarrassing bc sorry it really is. what do you mean you can’t write an email

[lesbinewren]

“ikr i only use it for-“ whatever you use chatgpt for is also embarrassing. you do not need the plagiarism machine that lies and evaporates water for anything actually

[equivocations]

flowers in the community garden. watercolor on toned paper~

[lornaka]

Happy 1 year anniversary to the game that changed my brain chemistry (INPRNT) ❦

[a-silly-poll-side-blog-yay]

the color of your tshirt is your new hair color! do you like it?

it's good

it's bad

it's great

it's awful

it's my actual hair color

results

Voting ended onMay 1

[baejax-the-great]

[omegaversereloaded]

my beautiful sexy stunning perfect sensitive middle aged husband elliott in the fields of mistria art style!

[anarchistmemedistro]

[solarpunkhomesteadzone6a]

Read! Anything! As often as you can! You owe it to yourself! The only person you 100% guaranteed have to spend the rest of your life with is you

You deserve to enjoy fiction. Really enjoy it. Because you actually experienced it.

You deserve to understand the way the thing you like or need works. You deserve to have your curiosity encouraged and experience the age old human satisfaction of finding the solution/answers.

You deserve happiness and literacy is both good for your happiness and your safety/ability to independently think. Understanding this beautiful world in any depth is an immensely satisfying pleasure you are being robbed of. This is your world too. Go experience it and read about it.

[strongermonster]

perhaps some will disagree, but i think the world got worse when we changed the colour of the night

[strongermonster]

this is what i mean

[degenderates]

Via @bulbaderp

[itistimetodisappear]

To be clear, THIS is how nights of the future should be lit

This is bat friendly street lighting, which not only looks sick as fuck but allows bats to pass through without disturbance, as they cannot see red.

orange and especially white lights deter bats and prevent them from reaching feeding grounds at nighttime. Please if you can, write to your local council and encourage red street lights!!!!

[anarchistmemedistro]

ALSO! red light doesn’t fuck up human night vision much so you can go in and out of lit areas without readjusting

[anarchistmemedistro]

[makerio90]

red light gang rise up

[wierdgaypanda-blog]

It's also not just bats! Many nocturnal animals cannot see/are not disturbed by red light. So even if you don't particularly care about bats or live in an area without a native bat population this is still relevant to you!

[kauriart]

Horny thoughts on Vorgoth A night with Vorgoth is always a surprise. Everyone knows Vorgoth's lower half is made of smoke and mystery. And yet, he can summon whatever eldritch dick he wants from the beyond for himself. But for some reason, it's never the same dick twice. Sometimes it's a single, thick tentacle. Sometimes it's many. Sometimes it's origin is recognizable, but often, it isn't. Once, it was glowing and covered in cursed runes. Another time, it was straight up a dick from an archdemon. Even in the Necropolis, he's considered one of the wildest rides.