#i write a thing

[skye-penderwick]

So I love Rosalind and batty's relationship. So could you maybe write a story about their relationship? You could do a long story or one shots but I would just really love to see a fanfiction about their relationship. I'm going through a really hard time and this all I'm asking

Took me a little longer to finally be able to sit down and write like I wanted to but now we're here. This little convo takes place after the events of In Spring.

Rosalind placed the last of her clothes in her suitcase. She stepped back and looked around her room. It was a little more sparse than it had been, most of her important things being in her dorm in Rhode Island.

Strange how much of her life was there now. But Cameron would always be home. Her family was here. The house she grew up in. Tommy.

Oh, how she was kicking herself for thinking there was anyone else out there for her but him.

Rosalind sighed and knelt down to zip up her suitcase. She was trying to leave in a few hours and if she got everything figured out now she’d have a little more time to sit and talk to her family.

Just as she had gotten the zipper around, she heard a little knock at the door.

“Come in.”

The door slowly opened and Batty shyly peered out from behind.

Rosalind smiled. While it was a little taboo to say, Batty had always been her favorite sister. She was just so sweet and innocent. They had a bond forged from years of care and Batty seeing Rosalind as the sister who always wanted her around.

“Hey Batty. What’s up?”

Batty stared at the ground and rung her hands together. “I was wanting to talk to you about something.”

“Sure.” Rosalind stood up and sat on her bed. She patted the spot next to her and Batty sat down.

Batty took a deep breath. “Why did you have to go so far away?”

Rosalind blinked. “What?”

“Why did have to go to Rhode Island? You could’ve stayed here in Cameron. Why are you leaving?”

“Oh Batty.” How could she explain to her sister she needed to leave, to get away from the responsibility that had a chokehold on her here. How could she explain that to the sister she basically raised and had gone through hell the past few weeks? “Cameron will always be my home. But I need to find who I am outside of Cameron.”

“Is that why you broke up with Tommy?”

“Partly. If anything, that stupid decision taught me that I never truly will leave.”

Batty nodded. “I missed you a lot. And you seemed like a different person.”

Rosalind reached out and pulled her sister into a hug. “I missed you too Battikins. And I’m sorry if I was someone you didn’t recognize. I’m still the same me. But you know that people change. You don’t notice it when you’re with them everyday but I don’t see you everyday anymore, do I?” Rosalind gave a dry laugh. “I’m sorry I left you, but I’ll always be there for you. You know I’m always a phone call away right?”

“Yeah. But a phone call doesn’t hug me or bake brownies.”

“I know. And phone call doesn’t let me see your concerts or sit in on your practices. But I’ll be back for the summer okay?”

“Ok.” Batty looked up and Rosalind and blinked tears out of her eyes.

“I love you Batty. That will never change.”

“I love you too.”

“Do you want to help me finish packing? I might have time to make some brownies for everyone before I leave.”

Batty nodded and hopped off the bed. They worked in tandem putting the rest of Rosalind’s stuff into her backpack and loading up the car.

Rosalind watched as her little sister worked alongside her. She knew leaving her would be difficult, but maybe she didn’t realize how difficult. But Batty would understand one day. She was already talking about touring and playing concerts. But before then, Rosalind was going to be there for her sister, even if it was from a few hours away.

[fluffypinkjellyfish]

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[but-for-the-gods-three-days]

Título de la historia: Mas alla de la pantalla

Escritor/a: @but-for-the-gods-three-days​

Artista: @alisuwink​

Beta Reader: @agusvedder ​

Rating: Maduro

Extensión: 18,5K

Escrito para @bottomdeanbigbang

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Resúmen: Dean es un omega en una ciudad donde ser omega es mal visto, por lo que leer en internet es su escape. Castiel es un alfa que estudia y trabaja, pero aún así logra crear maravillosas historias que publica en internet   ¿pero como es que estos dos personajes se encuentran?  ¿acaso castiel está viviendo en su propia novela? Tumblr parece ser el lugar indicado para que dos personas con los mismos gustos se encuentren. Bajo dos seudónimos empiezan una amistad. Pero algo grave ocurre y Dean decide escapar de su padre a un lugar donde sabe que no lo encontrara tan fácil, pero… ¿lograrán Dean y Castiel conocerse más allá de una pantalla?

[theassofwonder]

Working Title

Part 1

*based on New Years three years ago when I told my (now) girlfriend that I was in love with her for the first time. For some reason I put G in my shoes even though I’m writing from Sid’s perspective. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

**geno was traded to the CBJ October 29th. (I’m so sorry) ((it’s the team with the closest distance that me and my gf had at the time so uhhh at least it’s not the flyers I guess??)) (((it’s also the day I moved, so.)

***i have. No idea who played who December 31, 2015 so we’re pretending that the pens won at home to uhhh the rangers and cbj won at home to uhhh the devils (both games/outcomes that actually happened this month)

Sid is half-listening to Flower regaling the rookies with a (probably exaggerated) story of a couple pranks from last season when he feels his phone vibrate with a text. He doesn’t check it; it’s probably just his parents wishing him an early happy new year, and he knows he’s probably being rude by not answering back but he doesn’t want to see the last text he sent, back at the end of October, be sitting unanswered. His phone vibrates once, twice, three times more, and he sighs through his nose; he pulls his phone out, and, after glancing at the preview box, promptly presses the lock button. He can feel his face heating up, his heart jackrabbiting, making the blood in his head rush louder.

Sid opens the home screen again. They’re all still there. All four texts. From Geno. Geno, who, was one of his best friends. Geno, who was traded out of the fucking blue two months ago to fucking Columbus, of all places, for three 2016 draft picks and a rookie that, no matter how much Sid clicks with on his wing, will probably always be a little bitter and short towards. Geno, who hasn’t texted back since he left. Geno, who Sid’s been in love with for the past year, maybe (definitely) longer.

He almost doesn’t open the texts out of spite, but it’s Geno, and Sid has been missing him like hell even though they’re only three hours apart. Even though they’re in the same fucking conference and have played each other a couple times since-

And wasn’t that a fucking punch to the diaphragm, having to play against Geno. Having to watch that damn tribute video and hear the fucking crowd riot to have him back at home, but in the wrong fucking jersey, on the wrong fucking side of the ice, and not even fucking looking at Sid, not even at the goddamn faceoff dot, and-

Sid nearly drops his phone when it vibrates again, but this time it’s not just the once, it’s- it’s a fucking phone call, and Sid barely remembers to tap Flower’s arm and nod to the backyard of- whoever’s house this is, and he presses accept right before it’s about to go to voicemail.

“Sid!” And oh god, Sid didn’t realize how much he missed Geno’s fucking voice. He closes the porch door behind him and nearly collapses against the railing.

“Hey G,” he says, his throat closing up. “What- why’d you-“

“Why did you call”

“Why did you leave”

“Why haven’t you texted me back”

“Why won’t you look at me on the ice”

“Why did you leave me”

Geno clears his throat. “Saw your game highlights,” he says awkwardly. “See your goals.”

Sid hangs his head, gripping the railing too tight. “Don’t- don’t do this,” he says- pleads.

“Sid?” And Geno sounds so small over the phone. Sidney closes his eyes, tears stinging in the cold, so easily picturing G’s shoulders slumping inward.

“I know you didn’t call me to talk about the game.” Sid straightens up, hearing the door open, then close, behind him. “So, please, just cut to fucking chase.”

And it’s Vero, sidling up next to him on the porch, taking his hand.

And it’s Geno, in his ear, taking a deep breath, the exhale a burst of static

And it’s three words Sid almost doesn’t recognize, because they’re in a language he struggled to teach himself up until two months ago, when the reason he started in the first place never texted him back.

“What?” Sid gasps, his knees bucking, barely feeling Vero lead him to a heated porch swing.

“I love you,” Geno repeats, in English this time, slowly. Like he’s practiced saying these words before.

Sid slumps over, his elbows on his knees, Vero’s hand rubbing circles into his back. “Fuck,” he whispers. “What the fuck, Geno?”

“Loved you a long time, Sid,” Geno says softly. “Wanted you to know. Didn’t want to lie anymore.”

“And you had to choose now to say it?” Sid snaps. “You left two months ago, you don’t talk to me, don’t even look at me, and you choose now to tell me that you’re in love me?”

Vero inhales sharply, her fingers digging in to Sid’s back. He reaches out blindly and grabs her knee, squeezing gently. She moves her hand up to run her fingers through his hair.

“Sid, I’m so sorry, know is bad timing-“

“It’s the fucking worst timing, Geno, and you know it.” Sid breathes out raggedly. “If you had told me before you left, or even right after, I would have- we could have made it work. It might have been worth it.”

“Sid, you-“ Geno inhales when Sid’s wording hits him. “Might? Not-“

“I don’t know if it’s worth it anymore, G.”

Sid has to blink away the tears that come with the wounded noise that rips out of Geno’s chest.

“Sid-“

“I have to go,” Sid says quickly, his throat closing up again. “I have to- goodbye, Geno.”

“Sid, please-“

Sidney ends the call and turns to cry into Vero’s shoulder.

[pastelsky-fr]

Ok, so I’ve only been here for about 2-3 weeks so far and I’ve been seeing bits and pieces of the deities and their personalities throughout the fandom, so allow me to take a crack at describing them, taking both the fandom’s and my own perspective into account.

Earthshaker: Earth Dad (or as I like to call him Grandpa). Tries to be cool with the kids but fails (no one has the heart to tell him to stop though). Would be ecstatic to tell you stories about the good ol’ days if you asked. Been sleeping for freaking centuries, but woke up again. Everyone screamed in panic when he did.

Flamecaller: Fire Mom. Is either totally chill or totally NOT chill. Doesn’t really know how to talk to people without being awkward. Don’t get her mad, she will mess you up my dude.

Tidelord: Ocean Dad. Stays in his own house 99% of the time, and sends out predictions and prophecies to let people know he’s still alive. Most likely knows what is going to happen but tells no one outright. Doesn’t like Lightning Dad.

Windsinger: Wind Dad. Hyper, but keeps it chill some of the time. Loves to travel. Been missing for 3-4 years only to come back, forget something, and immediately go missing again.

Stormcatcher: CALL HIM BOSS. NO LIGHTNING DAD, ONLY BOSS. HAS NO TIME FOR YOUR SH*T. SCREAMS AT EVERYTHING. EVEN YELLS NUMBERS IN ALL CAPITALS. HOW DOES HE DO THAT?! DOSEN’T MATTER, GET BACK TO WORK!! DOSEN’T LIKE OCEAN DAD.

Icewarden: Ice Dad. Has made many mistakes he regrets. Kind of the butt of jokes, but he’s too tired at this point to care anymore. Apparently really kinky for chains? Just wants to be left alone at this point. If it weren’t for the eye color no one would join his flight.

Lightweaver: Sun Mom. Loves anything that shines in the sunlight. Favors one of her kids over the other. One of those said kids can turn into an Eldritch monstrosity only she can kill (coincidence????). Knows many things about everyone and will use that against you if need be. Will sell you to The Shade for a corn chip.

Shadowbinder: Shadow Mom. Neon glowing things in the dark is her aesthetic. Also knows many things about everyone but is not as threatening about it as Sun Mom. Very chill, but can be terrifying. Likes to hang out with Plague Mom.

Plaguebringer: Plague Mom. Totally not chill 99% of the time. Celebrations are basically a giant bar chantey to her. In this world it’s kill or be killed. Doesn’t like Forest Mom. Gal pals with Shadow Mom.

Gladekeeper: Forest Mom. Just wants to grow her giant forest garden in peace. Is kind but will end you if you step on her flowers. Totally could be the mom friend of the deities. Doesn’t like Plague Mom.

Arcanist: Space Dad. Is married to science. Overall prefers to be left alone. Writes fanfiction in his spare time. Almost caused the apocalypse, but everyone pretty much forgot about that already.  SPACE!!

[k-syri]

I found this and decided to do this (don’t judge)

rules: bold the statements that apply to you, italicise your aspirations, and tag nine people!

- air -

I have small hands • I love the night sky • I watch small animals and birds when I pass them by • I drink herbal tea • I wake to see dawn • The smell of dust is comforting • I’m valued for being wise • I prefer books to music • I meditate • I find joy in learning new truths from the world around me

- fire -

I don’t have straight hair • I like to wear ripped jeans and overalls • I play an organised sport • I love dogs • I am not afraid of adventure • I love to talk to strangers • I always try new foods • I enjoy road trips • Summer is my favourite season • My radio is always playing

- water -

I wear bracelets on my wrists • I love the bustle of the city • I have more than one set of piercings • I read poetry • I love the sound of a thunderstorm • I want to travel the world • I sleep past midnight most days • I love dimly lit diners and fluorescent signs • I rewatch kids’ shows out of nostalgia • I see emotions in colors not words

- earth -

I wear glasses • I enjoy doing the laundry • I am a vegetarian or vegan • I have an excellent sense of time • My humour is very cheerful • I am a valued advisor to my friends • I believe in true love • I love the chill of mountain air • I’m always listening to music • I am highly trusted by the people in my life

- aether -

I go without makeup in my daily life • I make my own artwork • I keep on track of my tasks and time • I always know true north • I see beauty in everything • I can always smell flowers • I smile at everyone I pass by • I always fear history repeating itself • I have recovered from a mental disorder • I can love unconditionally

It was hella fun. I’m tagging: @vukyo @s-h-a-b-b-y-w-o-l-f @grumpy-fallen-angel @chandelyer @iliketrainssss @hey-there-hunter @lunar-writer @rozakuolema @enviously-in-love and everyone else

[lilsapphicmoon]

Trick or Treat (Part One)

A/N: Wow I’m really hoping I finish this small series up before halloween!! I really hope you guys like this bc it’s really short but it kinda is just background for the rest of the story soo… Shoutout to the ever so lovely @dej-okay for reading through this for me today!! I love you!! 

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Word Count: 741 (yikes it’s so short! I promise the following parts will be longer!)

Masterlist

Music was playing through the radio in the small kitchen yet again as Peter was trying to make some kind of Halloween cupcakes May had shown him from Pinterest and (Y/N) was sitting on the counter closeby.

Earlier in the day Peter had invited (Y/N) over to help him and May decorate the apartment for Halloween. After Peter told May he wanted to make those cupcakes she showed him, she knew he’d want to make them with (Y/N) and decided that she’d go visit a friend while the two baked.

“Hey Pete?” (Y/N) reached down and turned the radio down so she could talk.

“Yeah, babe?” Peter wasn’t turned towards the girl on the counter but rather the oven trying to get the cupcakes out of the oven.

“What are we going to do for Halloween? Like are we going to go to a party this year?”

Peter heard her talking but was a bit more busy with almost dropping the cupcakes trying to set the two trays on the counter.

“Uh, I’m not sure. Right now can you make sure I don’t drop these cupcakes on the floor and ruin them?”

Peter and (Y/N) laugh as she gets off the counter to help him get the cupcakes out of their trays .

The two settle down at the small dining room table and set out the items they’re going to use to decorate the small cakes in front of them.

“I’m making this one a pumpkin and it’s going to look better than your’s.”

“Peter, I haven’t even make a pumpkin one yet. I haven’t even started yet.”

“Yeah that’s how I know mine will look better than your’s.”

It then turned into a friendly competition of “who-could-make-the-better-design” for whatever design they chose, and by the end there were ghosts, frankensteins, pumpkins, spiders of course, skulls, and more. And (Y/N) won most of the cupcakes.

With faces covered in patches of dried icing and edible glitter covering their clothes, they finish decorating the cupcakes about 2 hours later, changed in un-glittered clothes and settled down on the couch together to watch some halloween movies.

“Hey Peter?”

“Yeah (Y/N)?”

“I asked about halloween parties earlier but…” She trails off not knowing whether or not to finish her question.

“But what? Is there something else you’d rather do?”

“Well… It may sound a little stupid but, uh, can we go trick or treating instead? It’s a bit more fun and a lot less crowded.”

“Uh, yeah sure. That, that sounds fun.”

(Y/N) sat up on the couch, “Peter if you don’t want to that’s fine. I was just wondering.”

Peter chuckles and smiles, “It’s, uh, it’s not that. I-I, I’ve never really gone trick or treating before. I never really had anyone to go with and I didn’t want to go alone and May and, uh, Ben, they never really wanted to get out because they liked giving children the candy and, like I said I never really had a reason to go out. So-”

(Y/N) kissed Peter’s cheek to stop him from rambling.

“Peter that’s fine. I’m happy I get to take you for your first time trick or treating. But, we’re going to need costumes.”

“Okay… well what kind of costumes are we going to do?”

(Y/N) has a mischievous glint in her eyes when she looks Peter.

“I’m so glad you asked. We’re going shopping tomorrow.”

“You’re too excited for this,” Peter says with a laugh.

“Eh, maybe. But we’ll talk more about that tomorrow. Right now it’s time to watch my favorite movie. “

“(Y/N) are we watching The Nightmare before Christmas again?”

“Maybe. But you said you like it too! And you said you thought it was cute when I sung along with the songs!”

Peter laughs again because everything she was saying is completely true. He loves seeing how happy she gets when she sings along to every song that plays and hums along to all the ones that don’t have words. And as many times as they’d watched the movie together, he knows all the words too.

“You’re right. Come on turn it on and come ‘ere. Hocus Pocus comes next right?” But he knew he didn’t have to ask, of course it did.  

And so begins yet another Friday night Halloween movie marathon where Peter and (Y/N) watch as many halloween movies as they can before they both fall asleep on the couch.

Tagged: @teatimewrites @snowpupsstuff @incorrecttomhollandquotes @whiskeyandstars @infiniteholland @sam-a-holland @tomshollandss @hufflepuffholland @thomas-spiderling-spacegays @planet-holland @rvrdxle @sidespidey

Add yourself to my taglist here! 

[destinedtosleep]

Who I Was

Everything around me, Distracts me from me. How’d it get this bad, From some curiosity. Losing what I think, To nothing that matters. But if I don’t address it, My mind begins to shatter.

Most people say it’s in my head, well yea that’s where you think. Everything about you starts, where it all starts to link. Say again I am okay though, Cause I feel far from that. You think I’d know how I feel, So then change me, let’s chat. Cause I hear so many answers, why don’t you make one work. If all you want to do is talk- stop, your words can really hurt.

I’ve exercised, I practised yoga, I even started to knit I’ve taken everyones advice it doesn’t change my minds habits. I’ve drowned myself in pills and experts all the same I’m just about ready for surgery cause I know I’m not okay. I need someone to hear me cause no one truly does I want to be happy again, I want to be who I was.