#dribble?

[past-present-future-cable]

Being fed chocolate by Thanos after an exhausting Halloween night of giving kids candy, feet propped up on his thigh...that'd be nice

[bored-fan-bs-thoughts]

I’m really don’t think this is for the next episode. It doesn’t make sense that no one else is wearing a costume. Like this is the kind of shitty and lazy costume I expect out of T.J., but Andi is bound to go all out and drag all her friends with her. I still don’t know why T.J. and Kira are matching, but we’ll get to that later.

[ticknart]

All It Takes Is A Hook

Mabel Pines ran through the forest as fast as she could. Branches snagged her hair and sweater.

Stupid Dipper had accidentally released a pack of giant creatures that were a cross between horses and centipedes, and they were hungry. Also, “corse” didn’t seem like the right thing to call them. Maybe “hortipede”? Maybe not. Running for your life didn’t help creativity. Not at all.

She raced around a large tree and saw a body coming toward her.

“Run the other way,” Mabel shouted. “There are centorses back there!” That wasn’t right, either.

“There are lizard men behind me,” the ghostly white girl running toward her called out.

“That way?” Mabel pointed to her left.

“Sounds good.”

They both turned before colliding.

“Dipper always said that lizard men lived in California,” said Mabel.

“I guess they’ve moved north,” said the girl. “I’m Webby, by the way.”

“Mabel.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“You, too. Could have been under better circumstances, though.”

“Yup.”

They ran on for a little while. The only sounds were their feet hitting the ground.

“You know,” said Mabel, “I’ve never met a duck girl before.”

“I’ve never met a... uh? Hairless dog girl?”

Mabel laughed, “I’m a person.”

“Me, too,” said Webby.

They ran on, right into a dead end. A wall of stone that went straight up. They looked to the left and right, more wall.

Mabel reached into the secret pocket she knitted into the back of her sweater and pulled out her grappling hook. She turned toward Webby and said, “Give me your hand.”

Webby had her own grappling hook.

Mabel grinned, “You have one, too.”

“I never wake up without it,” said Webby, laughing and aiming the hook up the cliff. “Ready?”

“Oh yeah.”

They both fired. It was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

[past-present-future-cable]

Sitting with Thanos in the cold would be so nice. Just nestled against his chest on his thigh.

Laying in bed with him in the winter, no clothes in the way and him scooting forward to lay his cock between his partner's thighs and dozing back off to sleep.

[sekritjay]

By far the hardest part of that story would be how to write the Outsider and keep him mysterious. That would be a daunting challenge for an experienced writer, how the seven bells would I do it?

[sekritjay]

Just a personal notice, if you have any problem with anything I've posted or anything I've said or any critique, positive or negative, just tell me alright? I'm really, really thick-skinned - I look foreign wherever I go, I'm the youngest in my family, I've been working in a Chinese for 12 years and I've worked in journalism - trust me when I say that no matter how mean you think you'd be, I can guarantee I've been called much, much worse

One thing I think tumblr seems to forget is that learning is a binary phenomena - self directed learning will only get you so far, and critique of any description is valuable because any critique, long or short has lessons that can be imparted and can be learnt from. Certainly I could do with some pointers on writing both fiction and non-fiction, but personal research only imparts theory, not experience. The feedback is as important.

My old editor once told me that all young aspiring journalists should stick to their editors because they are the only ones who can help them become better writers through feedback. I just wish the denizens of tumblr would remember that from time to time

[thebladesmithmuses]

Rowan stood at his post, his mind so full of worry and despair it was hard for him to focus on his job. He had been loosing so many people lately. He wondered if he could handle this anymore. So many people either leaving or dying, and there was nothing he could do. He doubted that Mayu even knew about this either. He could only pray for the best and keep his chin up until something happened. He had to do what he was told. It was the lease he could do to ease his captain's mind. The hybrid choked back some tears. Why was this happening? No one deserved a fate like this.

Rowan heard something crawling up the side of the castle. He quickly stayed alert and held up his arms to be ready for anything. Slowly, it ascended  toward him. One long, skinny brown leg peeked up over. The leg of a spider. The leg of Inta. Rowan relax. He had called Inta here. He needed the little beast to do something for him. Deliver a message to someone. The twili knelled. "G-Good boy, Inta. I ne-need you to de-liver something f-for me... okay?" Rowan held out a piece of paper that was rolled up into a tube. He then tied the tube to the ribbon on the spiders back tightly. 

"Find her quickly. Find Mayu.. And l-let her k-know what's g-going on...B-be careful your n-not seen." Inta looked at Rowan for a long while, almost as if he were processing the information. He then nuzzled Rowan's hand and scurried off as fast as his legs would take him. 

"Nayru help us.." Rowan uttered under his breath.