Setting For The Next Writing Blurb

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kirishima would be so happy to see barbie with you btw

-: “Look, I’m obsessively hating over you, but it’s nothing more” Enemies to lovers prompts-:

(tw: suggestive)

By @me-writes-prompts

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the most despicable person on this whole earth…” “Sweetheart, I know I’m your favorite. No need to pretend.”

When their enemy comes to save them instead of their friends and they start falling in love with them>>>>>>

^^“Look, I don’t need your help with this.” “You clearly do. And before you interrupt, I advise you keep shut if you actually want me to do something to help you.”

Gazing at them softly without intending to

“I hate you so much, like, I can’t stop wanting to punch you at the thought of you-.” “I think what you’re describing is symptoms of obsessions. Are you obsessed with me [name]?” “What?! No, absolutely not. It’s normal to think about your enemy all the time because you want to fight them. Right?” HEAVY SILENCE.

“Listen, I would rather dig my own grave than marry them. You see how much I dread it?” “Uh huh, you said this before kissing them last time.” “Shut up. That was only one time. God.” “One time is too many in your case. Don’t you think?”

“This is too close. You’re too close.” “Well, it wasn’t exactly my idea to hide in this closet, now was it?”

Accidentally ending up in the same apartment as roommates and slowly realizing that they are both not so bad after all

^^when one has nightmares, the other one offers cuddles

“Wow, um wow.” They say while they check they check them out. “What?” “You look horrible.”(liar) “Did you mean hot?” “Yeah.” They reply as they get distracted by the other pulling them close by their waist. (OMGGGGGG THIS)

“You make me want to com-.” “Oh, do I now, love? I didn’t know you desired me that way.” They say with a smirk. “No! I meant combust, you idiot!” *blushes*

What people expect when I say I’m a writer: writing a whole novel

What I actually do: get into a fandom or come up with an original idea, go to sleep every night thinking of the story, make imaginary scenarios and Pinterest boards, make Spotify playlists, and finally sit down to write it out 2 months later only to get another idea and abandon the story. Repeat the cycle.

Finer than 2012!April, no doubt about that.

He was

MY NEW FAVORITE CHARACTER IS QUEER(coded); WHO WOULD HAVE GUESSED?! (sarcasm obvious)

this is quite possibly the funniest way I’ve ever seen a cartoon “subtly” hint at a character being gay to beat network censorship bc oh my fucking god

So let me get this straight:

You're okay with your children watching murder scenes or worse things in media, but when two boys/two girls kiss is suddenly too much for you.

Do you realize how horrible does that sound?

You prefer your children watching something ilegal and immoral (like yk, killing someone) over letting them watch two persons showing that love has no gender.

Very logical.

Very very logical.

And not inhuman at all.

Sorry Sonic, Your stay in the story has been extended. Indefinitely.

Write for yourself first. Write what you like and be in love with what you create. Readers who will love it as well will just follow naturally.

Different Ways to Describe Brown Eyes

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.

Her eyes were the color of honey, irises swirling like the sweet nectar.

His eyes—the color of an intoxicating champagne—beckoned her over with nothing more than a wink and a smile.

They had eyes like mud, perfectly matched with the frown that permanently stained their face.

Her eyes were as bright as the raging sun and the color of dancing flames.

They wore blue eyeshadow to contrast their dark brown eyes.

Her eyes were as beautiful as the leaves of trees in autumn.

His eyes were nearly black, like a void that held a lifetime of secrets.

Dirt. She had eyes like dirt. They were almost as dirty as her personality.

Their eyes reminded her of old brick libraries and vintage books.

She had the kind of eyes that made thieves wonder why they bothered to steal pieces of art.

His eyes made her think of the sandcastles she used to build as a kid.

Their eyes were the same color as the old oak tree their great-great-grandfather planted in the backyard.

His eyes were the same color as the bottle of liquor in his hand.

They had a smile like spring, but their eyes were autumn with a hint of passing summer.

Her dark eyes were flaked with gold.

His brown eyes had tragedy weaved behind his irises.

Brown, copper eyes that paired with the dry blood stuck to their face watched him as he stalked across the tiled floor.

This needs to be a book prompt, and I swear I would eat this like I haven't eaten in weeks! 🥰❤️

big beefy boyfriend driving a big truck and you, their small s/o, constantly lookin so good in the passenger seat

imagine this big ass beefy hot adonis whipping a big ass Chevy Silverado with one hand and you, his tiny patootie of a s/o sitting all pretty in his passenger seat. 🤤

imagine the sun constantly getting in your face and you're too small for the sun visor to do anything. he'll make sure to keep a few pairs of shades in the glove compartment for you. he'll even take you shopping for a new pair

omg, he loves watching ur tiny ass get into the truck. now a Silverado is a pretty heavy-duty truck but he has his lifted with some pretty big tires so it's higher than usual. he likes seeing you grab the handle to pull yourself up. but his favorite thing to do is help you get in himself.

his lil baby 💕

daichi, iwaizumi, asahi, bakugo, kirishima, osamu