Random Prompt #118

Anyone ever see a mutuals post on your dash and then obsessively scroll through their account and stalk their posts?? But in a positive way I promise

Having mutuals in a different country is so weird. Like what do you mean your laws are restricting you?? Put me on the phone with the Head Guy. I'll talk to him for you

Hey now man. Let's not get carried away here man.

Shout-out to the mutual that reposted this so I actually saw it and followed it

reminder to:

straighten your back

go pee goddAMN IT STOP HOLDING IT

go take your meds if you need to

drink some water

go get a snack if you havent eaten in a while

maybe wander around the house/stretch a little if you’ve been sat at the computer a while (artists especially: sTRETCH THOSE WRISTS)

reply to that text/message from earlier you’d forgotten about

maybe send a nice lil message to someone having a bad day?

sometimes you need dialogue tags and don't want to use the same four

A03 readers when they find the most well crafted fic to ever grace their eyes, only to find out it was written in like 1862

here's how hannibal would get my ass: i would say fuck by accident at his house and he would spread my skin so thin it would be like paper and he would turn me into a manga and draw the pages with blood. he would go 'hoho! you tell a much better story when you're dead' and it would be gay sex manga of him and will. He would show will his new manga and say ‘the restrictions the manga medium pose are rather daunting. Every panel must be filled up accordingly, every layout meticulously considered, every margin of the page hindering one’s movement. Tell me will are you too confined within a box are you merely lines in the graphic work of god’ and will would say ‘I hate you Hannibal ’ and then Hannibal would cry

"came back wrong" what about Came Back Afraid. You used to be brave. Too brave maybe, defying the odds at every turn, a fighter, cocky, playing with fire, first to throw yourself at the enemy. Until one day it all caught up to you. You came back, somehow, but now you know all too intimately how it feels to lose, to die, to be destroyed. Now you flinch and freeze and cower at the slightest provocation. Who even are you now if you can't be brave? The grave may have let you go, but the mortal fear still grips you tighter than ever.

drunk divas

the age-old question: "is my beloved mutual in a totally different time zone to me or do they just have a terrible sleep schedule"