Sometimes I get too in my head with my writing. Especially about my smut. I reread every last word with the most critical of eyes and think, Ooh is that cringe? Will that be too graphic? Will this word or phrase take people out of the scene?
And then I read a book. A published, hardcover, NYT bestsellers list book and...
Did you get that?
Someone looked at this sentence (likely more than one someone, tbh) and was like, 'Yeah. We'll print that.'
So the moral of the story, my fellow heathen smut writers, is that we're fine.
As a matter of fact, we're actually fucking amazing.
I have to do everything myself. /nm
ship: Captain Price x filo!141!reader
summary: running away from your birth family and then using a new name to enlist in the military came back to haunt you… of course it does.
a/n: I awakened my daddy issues and create a little something for the platonic dad Price lovers of the fandom.
tags: sfw. angst comfort. platonic dad Price. reader is a member of 141. post-mw2 (2022). Price calls reader “kid” but they are an adult (Price is just a dad). John Price being a good dad because look at him he’s literally dad shaped, Filipino words, Price speaking Filipino
You knew this would happen, but you still hated that you had been correct.
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Queer 👏 people 👏 are 👏 not 👏 all 👏 fucking 👏 activists 👏
Stop quizzing us on queer history and asking us questions we aren’t qualified to answer about the world and about politics and about our identities
Stop trying to back us into a corner so you can justify your discrimination on the basis that we don’t know what we’re talking about or can’t “defend” ourselves to you
Stop treating every queer person that stands up and says “I want to be treated like a person” as if they’re an activist
Cut that bullshit out
Marginalised people just want to exist and be happy
I don’t know everything, and that doesn’t make me undeserving of your respect or my human rights you fucker
I don’t even owe you the stuff I do know- I still am entitled to basic fucking respect
Imagine 141 moving into a quaint little town post retirement and you’re the only baker in town. You love making sweets, breads, and desserts and own a cute bakery to show for it, know everyone in your town so these four new men who come early morning to try your breakfast deal immediately excite you because- new perspectives and tastes and opinions! It’s become a habit of yours to share bites of whatever new item you plan on adding to the menu, so the more diverse opinions the merrier in your opinion.
And you are glad you didn’t let their demeanor- big gruff men, especially the one with the black surgical mask- scare you away because they are sooo nice, calling you sweetheart, doll, birdie, and bonnie. So many nicknames, it has you blushing the sweetest pink shade. And they are all too happy to help taste-test for you, giving you lots of praise.
(Though you never quite notice their immense disappointment at seeing the little ring on your finger.)
Still, at the very least one of them comes over to your bakery once a day. Sometimes they come together, sometimes only two of them- but they come anyways and tip you every time despite you insisting otherwise. It’s a lovely friendship you build with them. But they do note you never mention your partner much.
Until Simon drops by one day, intent on buying one of your apple pies and maybe fluster you enough to turn the same shade as an apple, and he sees the bruises that peek out just so from your sleeves and the collar of your outfit. Puffy eyes, more makeup than usual, your smile not quite there…
And he understands. He knows this all-too-well. And the fact that it’s happening to an embodiment of sunshine like you? Unfair. Unbelievable. Unacceptable.
Simon gently takes your hands, squeezing them so lightly. “Everything’ll be well, luvie. Promise.” And that’s all he says.
And maybe it’s cruel of you to be happy when you receive a call a few days later, the sherrif of the town telling you your husband was found mauled to death by one of the bears that roam around the woods occasionally, but you just… don’t care.
A week later, when it seems appropriate enough, you open up the bakery again and your smile is blinding as you greet the 141 men and tell them for today, everything’s for free.
Question for the next part
we are the daughters of parents who should not have had kids
一瞬なにが起こったのか理解できなかったあのときの👻
personal playlists i’ve made that might fit your niche
a country playlist for a friend who is playing rdr2 but doesn’t actually like country
soft pop bops
bad 70s/80s music that i love a lot
early 2000′s nostalgia playlist for kids that were born 1995-1999 and dont fit with millennials or gen z
classical bops that didn’t need to go that hard
Hello! For reasons I go into more detail with here, I'm diving back into the fray of the COD:MWF fandom.
Civilian Asset and my Price marriage of convenience fic I never posted are both available for "patronage."
I am not touching your money. I have a list of charities below, and you can donate as much or as little as you want. No minimum. We're all poor. I get it. If even $5 goes towards a good cause I'll feel I've done SOMETHING.
Make a donation to any of the charities listed below. Send me a censored screenshot of your confirmation page or confirmation email. Be sure to censor your name, address, financial information, email, etc. Let me see the date (if possible), the charity's name, and an amount (if possible).
Let me know which fic you'd like to see updated (Civilian Asset or the Price marriage of convenience fic). Let me know if you'd like to be listed as the chapter's "patron" or whether you'd rather remain anonymous.
Notes: I may not always wait for a patron once a story gets rolling, but I'll always bump the requested fic to the top of my to-write list after a donation. Please feel free to send an ask with questions.
The charities:
The Palestinian Children's Relief Fund
This organization sets up emergency medical centers, provides food for displaced families, has a special program to gather diapers and formula for infants, has an orphan sponsorship program, and even has a program specifically for pediatric Palestinian amputees.
The Palestine Red Crescent Society
This is essentially Palestine's branch of the broader Red Cross/Red Crescent umbrella org. This is a boots-on-ground group who have suffered casualties of their own while trying to rescue civilians. Highly reputable and working to save lives.
Doctors Without Borders
Although not as region-tailored, this organization has a long history of work in Palestine, which has helped them with access and understanding. I can't promise a donation with go directly to the Gaza crisis, but it's a current priority, and this international aid group is one of the best.
Individual Family GoFundMe
This fundraiser is to sustain a family split by the border closing and trying to survive both in the warzone and in a whole new country with minimal support. There are many of these going on, and I recommend investigated more, because many have been vetted by third parties. This one was personally vetted by a mutual friend who reached out when they heard about my plan. You can find out more by following the link.
I'm hearing some of ya'll are losing power when it's below freezing. This is terrible, and I am sorry.
If you have time to prep, do it. The Red Cross has several excellent pages on this stuff. If not, work with what you have.
As someone who has survived being snowed into a house without power in subzero temps, here are some suggestions (generally useful even if your power is on):
Light candles: I suggest sticking to small tealights, tapers, or jar candles to avoid building up smoke. Keep them ON a table or tray and AWAY from anything that might dream of catching fire (remember, kids, dust is flammable... as is pet hair). These won't provide the heat a fireplace would, but they will do SOMETHING.
Don't take off your shoes unless you're putting on thick slippers: Frostnip is a bitch and I get it every other year because I'm a dumbass. Learn from my pain.
Cover windows and doors: You know those heavy carpet wall-hangings that are so popular in the northeast parts of Europe and Russia? Those bitches are functional. If you have spare area rugs, comforters, or blankets, tape or tack them over the Ice Portals.
Don't run down your phone battery: Yeah, it's boring, but don't scroll TikTok unless you KNOW you can recharge at will. I had a friend get trapped on the road and I had to organize a whole rescue posse in the dark of night. She only had enough juice for one call. That call probably saved her life.
If it's safe, spend time elsewhere: Become Walmart's resident ghost. Inspire dread in your small town coffee shop's baristas. The library always welcomes hapless ghouls. Better to haunt public spaces with hair you haven't been able to wash for two weeks and smelly clothes than become a statistic.
Layer the fuck up: Multiple socks. Fingerless gloves over regular gloves. Two undershirts, a long-sleeve concert crew neck, you highschool spirit t-shirt, that shirt your friend keeps forgetting to pick up, a thin sweater, a thick sweater, the Horror Your Loving Auntie Knitted Just For You, your old button-up, and a coat. Get a hat. Add a blanket - it's a cloak now. Be ridiculous. Make it weird. Be the junk lady from Labyrinth.
Do not drink booze: Alcohol will make you feel warm while compromising your actual body temperature. Save the schnaps for the party when the power's back.
Ask for help if you need it: Remember how I mentioned the Red Cross? If you need a warm place to shelter until the power's back and you don't have safe family/friends, they can help. Your county may also have emergency shelters in place. Those aren't just for unhoused folks. If you need them, use them, and ASK FOR HELP WHEN YOU NEED IT.