people in fanfiction are so good at identifying v specific smells. I literally struggle to identify vanilla when I’m sniffing a candle labelled “VANILLA” how are these kids getting woodsmoke, rain, mint, and a whiff of byronic despair from a fuckin tshirt
Once I read a fic where they were like “he tasted like” and I’m expecting the typical formula (1 cooking ingredient + 1 natural phenomenon + “something uniquely [character name]”) but instead they said “he tasted like mouth” and it was one of the greatest fic moments of my life
click and drag to find out what your shitty fanfiction kiss tastes like
my mom is making me watch beauty and the beast and, frankly, it’s suffering compared to the cartoon just in terms of the beast’s disappointing lack of confusing sexual magnetism
i feel like there’s this huge unfulfilled niche in the Dark Academia thing (kill your darlings, the secret history, dead poets society etc) for stories about women???? like can we have rakish girls quoting sappho and anxious genius poet girls, bespectacled, frantically tapping away at typewriters? wild girls trying to start literary movements and being dragged down by their own hubris? innocent girls discovering love and sex and angela carter? cute girls in 60s looking school uniforms investigating ~mysterious happenings~? going to class the next day hungover and exchanging knowing glances? can we just have. the thing
mean girls sorority stories have a lotta untapped potential
if i ever want to save money, i have to get rid of amazon prime, because i was just going to order one of those universal power cord things because i lost the one for our bubble maker at work and also it will maybe work for my label maker and other various things (another reason to get rid of prime: i bought a fucking label maker).
but then i ended up buying some stickers.
and then i was, like, “i don’t want to use stickers in a ruled notebook, i should get an unruled one”
and then i bought three of those
and then i bought one of those things you put on your wallet/keys so you can find them with an app on your phone
and then i bought some snacks
it could have been a $15 purchase. it was not. how did this happen.
Blanket fort update: with the addition of a few cardigans and a bunch of binder clips, I now have a full roof and am entirely hidden from the outside world. I have to crawl out and start my week tomorrow, but I am burrowing in until then.
Is it feasible to leave this up forever? I want to leave this up forever. 😌
hello, hi, this prompt is also a million years old and also immediately cut because i know this not everyone’s thing:
Matt hears the porn before anything else, deep voices,
skin on skin, Daddy, please. He
wouldn’t think anything about it if it weren’t the only kind of porn he heard
Foggy watching, one common thread tying them together and making Matt spend way
too much lying in bed at night wondering if Foggy’d like calling somebody
that—just somebody.
They get high one night sitting close in Matt’s bed and
Foggy kisses him, not for the first time in their lives. Foggy moves carefully
into Matt’s space, cups his cheek to hold him still and take his time taking it
further.
“This is okay, right?” Foggy asks. “We haven’t done it
in awhile.”
“It’s okay,” Matt echoes, moving to his knees to hover
over Foggy, struck by the sound of his heart speeding up as Matt leans down to
kiss Foggy intently until he’s got him laid out on the bed with his wrists
pinned to the mattress.
“Matty,” Foggy gasps, against his mouth, sounding
surprised.
Matt wants him to say it, but it’s like skipping five
steps ahead. He’s got to work up to it.
“You want to do more than kiss?” Matt asks, sitting up
to smile down at Foggy.
*
Matt keeps thinking Foggy’s going to say it—maybe
because he is but he pulls back, but maybe because Matt’s kind of fixating on
the idea of Foggy underneath him, calling him—that. After they start fucking routinely, everything seems like
it’s shifting in that direction, the way Foggy likes to be pinned down and
fucked hard and treated sweet afterwards, the way he sighs happily when Matt
calls him baby and honey and sweetheart.
Foggy’s lying half on top of Matt after he rides him
one night, one arm wrapped around Matt’s middle and his erection shoved up
against Matt’s stomach, forgotten momentarily as they catch their breath. Foggy
moans softly before he sits up to roll the condom off of Matt’s dick, tying it
off and tossing it onto Matt’s desk.
“Lay down,” Matt says, sitting up and kissing Foggy,
feeling a sudden burst of nerves as he murmurs low, close to Foggy’s mouth, “Let
daddy take care of you.”
Foggy goes still, and Matt almost tries to pass it off
as a joke before Foggy laughs, says, breathlessly, “Oh my god, yes.”
“Yeah?” Matt asks, smiling.
“How did you know?” Foggy asks.
“I can—hear your porn sometimes,” Matt says. “I put it
together.”
“You want me to call you that, too?” Foggy asks,
stuttering on the word a little when adds, softly, “Daddy?”
“I can’t stop thinking about it,” Matt says, kissing
him gently, just brushing their lips together. “Say it again.”
“Daddy,” Foggy repeats, happily. “God, I like that. I
like you.”
“I like you, too,” Matt says, laughing.
Foggy lets him push him around a little until Foggy’s
on his back and Matt can crawl on top of him, jerk him off and press kisses to
his face.
“You gonna come for me, baby?” Matt murmurs, when he
can tell that Foggy’s close from the sound of his body, from the way his breath
is coming fast and his muscles are clenching.
“Yeah,” Foggy gasps. “Yeah, daddy, please.”
Matt’s already half-hard again by the time that Foggy’s
hips arch up and he comes hard over Matt’s hand and on his own stomach. After
Matt wipes his hand off on the sheet and collapses beside him, Foggy stretches
out for a second before he reaches over to touch Matt’s dick speculatively.
“Already?” he asks, amused.
Matt smiles at him slowly.
“I really
like you,” he says, pulling Foggy in again.
thinking about ur otps napping is SO IMPORTANT. Does one protectively shush anyone who comes near their sleeping partner. Does one come home to find the other sleeping on the floor under a table or curled in a corner. Does the partner wake them up and move them to some place more comfortable or do they roll their eyes and cover them with a blanket whatever weird place they are. Do their roommates come home to find them both tangled in impossible positions and marvel at how they are somehow asleep. Who gets really emotional the first time they fall asleep together. Who drools on the other one’s chest. Who wakes up with the other’s hair in their nose. these are the necessary questions.
happy matt-as-an-adopted-nelson things to think about, a list that i just made up right now at this very moment:
matt receiving all of the hugs. mom hugs. manly pat-on-the-back hugs. overwhelming group hugs. casual side hugs. confusing lingering foggy hugs that maybe are only confusing to matt?? all of ‘em.
matt receiving presents that were very thoughtfully and carefully chosen specifically for him and having no idea how to accept them
“did you think my mom would let your birthday pass without making you a cake, murdock?” “i–didn’t even think about it” “never doubt a nelson’s commitment to cake” and then they eat most of a cake together without plates on the floor of their tiny dorm room
matt realizing that he’s become part of the nelsons’ collective anecdotes and being so happy about it even though it means they retell the story of what happened when he had too much eggnog that one time at christmas every time they see him
matt being shocked when he has an entire cheering section at graduation composed completely of foggy’s family
MATT MURDOCK FEELING LOVED AND ACCEPTED AND MILDLY CONFUSED BY IT.
oh my god, they were roommates 