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[kimtaegis]

three superheroes, anpanman! for @sopekooks ♡

cr. jung-koook

[magicshop]

his smile could cure the world ♡ [for @morshiberna ♡]

cr. 0613data

[lovesodeepandwideandwell]

ok this is a deeply deeply weird manifesto and i'm sorry but i feel suddenly very burdened to say it so. if you felt like we were friends and i unfollowed you, this is for you. (don't be scared this is not about problems with anyone this is just my mess. that I think is ok to have which is why I'm talking about it)

so I joined tumblr in 2020 when a) the world was isolated b) I had just moved to a new city and was living alone taking Zoom classes in my apartment. what started as a mindless distraction became such a lifeline of connection and friendship! and still such a support as things started to open back up and get busier in 2021, when I was teaching and in class in person but still struggling for close in-person friendships. I know the group dynamic on here has shifted a number of times, as some of you probably experienced from various vantage points. my use of tumblr has shifted too, on and off, as I've needed different things out of it and been in different spiritual and emotional states. and I've kind of come to realize that I probably threw myself in too eagerly in some ways. it was so exciting to have actual friends on here and for them to actually turn into friends in person, that honestly I maybe prized that dynamic too much for what it symbolized over actually valuing the people. I'm sorry for doing that.

anyway, that worked fine for a bit, but as (glory be to God) I've become much more plugged into my in-person community in the last couple years, I've felt more and more emotionally strained. I've taken up a new attitude towards my family that's much more in line with God, but also much more draining as it means I have to just pour out in prayer and love and wait with patient sorrow over some things rather than fighting and defending my perspective as always right and necessary; and then there's the church-related grief my family has gone through over the last year. I've had a very delicate and difficult friendship that pulled up a lot of unresolved stuff from a college situation and felt endlessly wearying at times. I've had another issue from college recur in a way I thought had been healthily resolved years ago. I've had this whole roommate marriage situation that as y'all know is a very weird trial and pressure. My church has been dealing with a strange and tough ongoing struggle that was already stressing me out before I started working there. My small group has been amazing and I've loved connecting with and relying on them more, but that connection also means more fully bearing the griefs of a lot of different people dealing with the different struggles of life. My advisor situation has been so weird and tough, making my academic work really hard, and then this recent church work has been fulfilling but physically and often mentally exhausting. My future location, work, and community is up in the air after a few years of stability. (I really didn't mean to make this a recitation of my woes, but honestly it's really helpful to see it all written out here; helps explain my deep deep exhaustion, I guess.)

If I ever followed you on tumblr, I love you. In a number of different ways. I feel fondness at the thought of you and at your presence; I want to know you more fully; I desire the good for you; and I find my well-being to be, at least a little bit, tied up with yours. That last one is the rub. As I'm sorting through all the callings and duties in my life, trying to identify what counts as changing my tires versus what wears my tires out, I've found that my tumblr dashboard can switch back and forth very unpredictably between one thing and the other. Often it's a delight to come on here and find my friends and the cool things we're showing each other and the joys and sorrows and goofy moments of our lives! But at other times, when what I desperately need is an escape and rest and humor to provide solace from in-person cares, I find myself pricked all over again by the sorrow of the world and the stress of sin--or even just irritated by stuff I find irrelevant or disagree with or don't want to be reminded of.

To be clear, I'm not saying anyone's doing anything wrong on here. The opposite; I love the freedom y'all have to seek out what helps you, whether that's a lot of facts and ideas or a lot of goofy content or recipes or weird TV or music or venting about life or seeking prayer or advice! We all have the freedom and responsibility to determine how to use the tools we have to aid us in pursuing the good, whether the good is a quick laugh or building up virtue. But I think for me, at this point in my life, my duty and calling has swung back towards my in-person connections in a variety of ways, and I have to honor that.

The lie of infinity that the internet offers is just that--a lie. for me, that lie right now is being laid bare in my inability to have infinite care for everyone whose path I cross. I could follow everyone on here whom I'm endeared to, could keep messaging and replying and building relationships, but it would be a lie to think I can offer that love and care to everyone I would like to. In-person friendships are limited by physical proximity and time; online friendships can't be unlimited either. I need to apologize for acting as though they could be, and committing myself beyond my limits; but also, my life has really changed, and I'm not going to be caught either by the lie that online is only worthwhile if it's permanent.

I want to be clear that I value the connections I've had with you. I've loved exchanging mail and phone calls, messaging fun things back and forth, being online at the same time or learning about your day after the fact. Please know, also, that I have gone to war in prayer for you, and I continue to do so. I wish that I knew how to love widely without feeling pulled apart and worn down, by difference and sorrow and sin (mine and yours). I hope God is sanctifying me toward that end. But right now I'm fairly convinced I need to honor my calling to in-person friendships; I need to protect my mind and heart from even little pricks and distractions, so that I can keep my desires in order and use my energy for prayer and Scripture and to do good work and love the people God's made my physical neighbors. I really do love you, and I wish we had infinite time to talk and think together. I'm so excited to be with y'all in heaven forever. And who knows--maybe my life will shift yet again (it's looking likely) and I'll have a ton of spare energy and love and will come sheepishly back looking to connect with you again. We'll see. You deserve love and attention and connection, in person and online, and I'm sorry that--at least as it feels to me--I held out the promise of giving you that and then had to withdraw it.

so. there's all that. My dash is super quiet these days, thwarting my dopamine search but pushing me towards texting friends, towards meditating more fully on Scripture, towards praying over my work and burdens. I hope you can understand and maybe even be glad that, God willing, this is how I'm able and needing to work for the kingdom right now. love you love you

[eggymoth]

My friends are so awesome and wonderful and talented and I love them!!! I'm so lucky that I got to meet them during my lifetime and I will cherish the time I get to spend together with them!! I forever wish them happiness and although I am not perfect I will try my best to be here for them!!!!

[stormyoceans]

(i'm afraid it's me again, the au genre anon. i loved your answer abt the regency we are au so much i had to write a little something based on what you said. it's nothing worth posting on ao3 and i don't think i can write further, but i had to share it since you were so inspiring!! i hope it's not annoying of me.)

//FIRST IMPRESSIONS//

After dodging several eager Mamas throwing their eligible offspring at him, Phum found Fang hiding in the back, pretending to examine some unremarkable painting as if it contained the secrets of the universe.

“Will you tell me finally what is the matter with you?” Phum demanded, doing his best to keep his voice from floating over the happy crowd of assembly-goers. But after watching his brother mingle with the noble and common families, all with a false smile and a tightness around his eyes, Phum had neared the end of his patience. Fang might be able to fool most people with his charm and good looks, but Phum knew something had deeply upset his brother since almost the moment they’d stepped foot in the assembly hall.

“Nothing’s wrong,” said Fang through a smile arranged as perfectly as his cravat. “Aside from me feeling somewhat over-warm. I didn’t expect it to be so crowded in here. Why are you wasting your time here with me? Go, dance! Try to have fun – though I know how loathe you are to do so.”

Phum rolled his eyes. As if this blatant attempt at distraction could work on him so easily! Fang pointedly turned away, going back to the painting he’d been using as a cover for his brooding. Apparently, the assembly hall patrons had had the idea to display artwork throughout the rooms to liven the evening, which Phum thought was an immensely silly contrivance. People didn’t come to these balls and assemblies and gatherings to enjoy art. They came to hunt for spouses, to brag about their houses or carriages or fashionable coats and dresses, and to get away from their families for a night. It was all part of an elaborate game that everyone had been playing for years and where Phum had, as always, stood on the outside looking in.

It was why he felt almost sorry for the artists themselves, who'd been invited to attend tonight's assembly. Almost being key. They were a small group, floating around the assembly, looking uncomfortable and keeping to themselves. Poor fools must be intimidated by the vicious Marriage Mart. Lady Fai, Fang’s fiancee, clearly felt sorry for them. Phum had spotted her chatting with a few of the painters earlier, her bright cheer putting everyone around her at ease. He wished she’d forget about them and pay more attention to Fang, who needed her more right now.

A nudge at his elbow startled Phum, and he realized he’d been glaring at the painting before him. It was Fang, staring at him curiously.

“Rather remarkable piece of art, don’t you think?” Fang asked.

“I don’t want to talk about the damn art,” Phum said crossly. “I’m here to find out why you’ve been upset this whole evening. Did somebody say anything to you? Do I need to second you in another duel at dawn?”

Fang smiled beatifically. “Beautiful brushwork.”

Phum made a harsh noise of frustration. He glanced once again at the painting, which he didn’t think he’d seen properly the whole time he’d been looking at it. It was just a seascape, nothing special, and he refused to examine it further. “Why you waste your time in front of this particular painting, I can’t understand. Do you really expect me to believe you’re so enamored of this trite, dull piece of art that you’ll stay here the whole time? As if anybody put any sort of real thought into this aside from ‘la, I suppose I’ll draw a pretty little sea and get to go to the ball!’ Please, brother!”

Fang’s unimpressed stare changed into a look of utter horror so sharply that Phum became uneasy. When the voice cut in behind him, the shock felt like he’d plunged into the cold waters of the painting.

“I assure you, I didn’t drag your brother in front of my painting.”

Phum whirled around – and came face-to-face with the most handsome man he’d seen in his life. Feline dark eyes set in a fine-boned face glared at him, then cut away. Phum was forced to step aside as the stranger walked past him to address Fang, ignoring Phum with the grace of a knife.

“Ah, it’s Peem, yes?” Fang said hastily, summoning his smoothest smile. “You seem to have come upon me teasing my brother most frightfully. The fault is entirely mine, I’m afraid. Is this your painting? I had heard from… from others that you were most talented. You must tell me more about this particular piece.”

Oh. Oh, no. Phum inhaled sharply and audibly. The strange man – Peem – shot him a disdainful glance, then turned back to Fang with a jagged smile.

“I wouldn’t dream of wasting your time further, my lord, with my meager thoughts,” said Peem. “You must have heard of me from my friend, Tan. He mentioned to me that you both had a prior acquaintance from town. I must say, from what I heard tell, I believed you to keep more gentlemanly company than present.”

His words dripped like honeyed poison. Without another look in Phum’s direction, as if he’d already gained an estimate of Phum and found him unworthy of further consideration, Peem bowed and marched off.

Fang had gone pale and his hands were trembling slightly. But Phum couldn’t focus on anything besides his own nausea and racing heart. What had he just done?

‘I must go after him and apologize,’ said a small voice inside Phum’s head, quiet and ashamed. Then he felt a rush of anger, the anger of being humiliated, of being so thoroughly misunderstood and cast aside. Cast aside if Phum was nothing.

“Well,” said Phum coldly, hearing himself as if from a distance. “It appears my small misstep has offended that young man. He could have waited for my apology instead of trying to humiliate me in front of this crowd. Don’t be too furious with him, brother. I hope it doesn’t get back to your friend. Who is Tan, anyway? You’ve never mentioned him before.”

There was a beat of silence. And then:

“No one,” said Fang softly. “He’s no one at all.”

SCREAMING AND HOWLING AND YELLING AND SHOUTING AND SHRIEKING AND SCREECHING AND RUNNING LAPS ON THE CEILING WHILE SIMULTANEOUSLY SPINNING COUNTERCLOCKWISE ON THE FLOOR FOAMING AT THE MOUTH AND ENGAGING IN FITS OF FEMALE HYSTERIA

I RESPECTFULLY BUT FIRMLY VERY MUCH DISAGREE ON THIS NOT BEING WORTH OF BEING POSTED ON AO3 ANON THIS IS SOSOSOS OSOSSO SOOOOOOOOOOOOO PERFECT OH MY GODDDDDDDSDSJKGSF

im not good with coherent comments and there are SO MANY GOOD PARTS in this that im not quite sure where to start but i love love LOVE your phum's voice, you were able to capture him so well!!!!!! his thoughts about the ball!!!!!! the way he knows that something's off with fang!!!!!! how he ends up being so harsh with his words about peem's painting partly because of the frustration he feels at fang avoiding his questions!!!!!! his first instinct being to apologize to peem right away but then getting angry at being so unfairly treated!!!!!! and then there's peem with his cutting politeness and graceful disapproval!!!!!! and fang with his quiet yearning and pain and regret still trying to shield phum from reproach!!!!!!

Lady Fai, Fang’s fiancee, clearly felt sorry for them. Phum had spotted her chatting with a few of the painters earlier, her bright cheer putting everyone around her at ease. <<< I LOVE THIS DETAIL OF FAI TALKING WITH PEEM AND THE OTHERS!!!!!!!! they're gonna be friends!!!!!!!!!

“Did somebody say anything to you? Do I need to second you in another duel at dawn?” <<< PHUM HAVING TO BE FANG'S SECOND IN A DUEL LITERALLY THE MOST IN-CHARACTER THING EVER

“Is this your painting? I had heard from… from others that you were most talented.” <<< fang not wanting to give away the fact that he knows tan but also FANG NOT BEING ABLE TO EVEN SPEAK TAN'S NAME OUT LOUD!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“No one,” said Fang softly. “He’s no one at all.” <<< WHAT IF I WALKED INTO TRAFFIC

........anyway. sorry i kinda got carried away with this ;;;;;;; i know you said you probably can't write further anon, but if you ever feel inspired to do so JUST PLEASE KNOW I WOULD ABSOLUTELY LOVE TO GET MORE OF IT!!!!!!!!! AND IN THE MEAN TIME THANK YOU SOSOSOSO MUCH FOR SHARING THIS!!!!!!!!!!

[pedro-pedrito-pascalito]

Happy Birthday Pedro. ♡♡♡

[despairforme]

How weak can someone be 'n still SURVIVE?

[cinamun]

I went scrolling through your blog a bit and found out my mutual showed her entire ass about a post about 😭 poc simblrs trying to find more poc simblrs. Which is crazy bc everyone on that post which I reblogged has been nothing but encouraging and nice. Idk how I managed to miss that. I guess I really don’t see stuff somehow until much later. Idk what else I’ve missed tbh. I think I’ll have go through a deep dive of my following some kind bc wtf. 😭😭😭

[uncanny-tranny]

Please, if you have nothing else to do, please look at what is on the Golden Records, alongside the Soundcloud uploaded by NASA of the greetings recorded on the record. There is such a quiet vulnerability to knowing that these records have been created and are at the mercy of whomever finds them. I hope they love us as much as I love them.

I hope we can send more out - we deserve to be remembered, alongside this entire world. There is truly no place more special to me than this world💛

[potionpeddlerpatchy]

*insert tiny cat wave*

[the-moogle-of-your-nightmares]

one thing i really deeply wish is that i'd had access as a kid to the plural community and information that are more easily available today, instead of my first experience with plural community which both took it seriously and was nonjudgmental having been 10's era tul/pa.info lmao

[kimtaegis]

LILACS BY THE SEA a music collection curated for @cordiallyfuturedwight Lilacs (Kayla) Playlist • Sea (Seokjin) Playlist song notes

cr. mahoneysuga, rawpixel, bts-trans, Diana Zviedrienė

[sainz100]

idk how to explain it, but I feel this small bubble of hope. as if some good news is right around the corner 🫧🌅 not yet, but maybe soon, I'll always feel that hope that the next chapter will be better than the last

[not-5-rats]

I have had such a good fucking day, time to spread that positivity

My liege it is time for the Questions/Scenarios regarding your Bug 🙇📜

1) Fame! AU

What's the weirdest interaction they've ever had with a fan?

2) Royalty! AU

Uh oh, Bug is being pressured by their guardians to get married to a neighbouring royal. Problem is they don't wanna! Other problem is if they don't get married they will be forced to abdicate the throne!!!

What do they do? Do they push past their feelings and get married or give up the crown?

3) What is 'love' to them?

4) Did your Bug intend on harming Bodie when they first met him?

If yes, when did they realise they didn't want to hurt him?

If no, what was their first impression of Bodie when they met?

5) Scenario #1

It was like 11pm, Bug was asleep...y'know like a normal fucking person, when they felt a prod at their shoulder and a voice whisper-shouting at them in the dark

"*Bug*...*Bug*!!! Get up!!!"

They pried their eyes open to see Chester, trying to hide the grin that was threatening to split his face in two. They tried to question why he felt the need to wake them up at such a ridiculous time but he simply told them to stop complaining and get up

They reluctantly followed along, he waited outside as they got dressed and got some shoes on. He hurried them outside, dragging them to a small patch covered in white, cup shaped flowers with spider-like petals surrounding the stem just under the flower itself.

"Epiphyllum oxypetalum! Also known as Queen of the Night"

Bug told him whilst they respected his love for plants its crazy to wake them up at almost midnight for a fucking flower. In response he sighs and points at the flowers as he speaks

"No you don't get it! I have been working for months to get these little pests to grow and they finally have!!!"

They asked why he couldn't wait till morning, he finally looked over at them and behind the slight irritation there was a genuine love and admiration for these stupid plants. The shine in his eyes a clear indicator to how much these silly little flowers meant to him

"Cause they only bloom at night! They bloom at night then die in the day it's a very complex thing"

He went back to admiring the flowers

It's stupidly late and they're out here looking at some stupid flower, what do they say?

6) Scenario #2 (buckle up butterfucks, we got alot of reading to do)

It was the night of the escape, a team of 5 Bugs (& Marco) had left Bodies house that night, they had gotten into the arena no problem. From there verything had gone perfectly, every step happening exactly as they had planned.

The group (Your Bug, the 4 other Bugs and the escaped half-bloods) had finally gotten down into the main fighting space in the arena, admittedly many thought this was an odd choice of path but Bug had insisted it was the most efficient way.

"Right which way *Bug*?"

Chester spoke up from the back of the group, yet Bug did not respond. He asked again, still nothing. More people spoke up asking Bug what was going on. Finally Bug spoke, a bunch of words that made no sense. Like a code none of the group could understand

...and that's when the Hunters appeared.

They came from every direction, encircling the group. Every exit blocked, every path they could take covered by a Hunter with weapons galore. Finally somebody spoke everyone's thoughts

"What the fuck is going on!?"

Bug walked away from the group, standing infornt of the them yet refusing to look upon any of them. Knowing the glares and hurt gazes that they would find before them.

They spoke revealing this was their plan, they never intended on letting them out of there. They were all doomed to never leave the arena...they were all going to be thrown into the arena without any way of defending themself. They were all being sold to die.

The group tried to yell, tried to ask why but as soon as they did they were restrained by the Hunters surrounding them. Only then did Bug turn around, they saw all these people that they had ocne called their friends, tied up and trapped...and it was all their fault. They caused this.

Chester stared at them, his wrists were bound and he was being held between two of the Hunters. His eyes were filled with anger, a hatred so strong it was unlike anything Bug had seen before...but when he spoke his voice told a different tale. He was hurt, aching with sorrow from their betrayel

"*Bug*...what, why would you do this? Why would you lie to us?"

He got no answer causing him to writhe himself free, he threw the Hunters to the floor and stormed over to Bug. He grabbed their collar, throwing them to the floor, pain still echoing in his voice as he yelled

"ANSWER ME YOU BASTARD, WHY?! WHY DID YOU DO THIS?"

Hunters were already running to restrain him

Why did you do it Bug? Why did you hurt them all like this?

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[liightbringr]

THIS IS A PERMANENT STARTER/PLOTTING CALL!

Hello, everyone! I hope this post finds you inspired and well! It's been a long time since I've made a post like this, but here lately I've felt very inspired myself. And that goes without saying that it's because of all of you that I'm mutuals with (and even the writers I've seen around that I'm not mutuals with whose joy of the hobby is just as inspiring). While I know that my activity is spotty at best, I'd like to make this post in order to better gauge where we stand in terms of our creative liberties. So with that being said, GIVE THIS POST A LIKE if you would be okay with me making you random starters, random edits, sending in memes, or coming to you for unprompted plotting! I think as writers it's important to know that if we get a brain worm or two for certain plots that we can just come to each other and yell about it like banshees. In liking this post, I am also giving YOU permission to do just the same with this blog. Send me memes galore, throw random plot ideas at me, hit me with a chair--- hit me with feels, I mean, or anything you'd like in regards to our muses. My inbox and DM's are readily available and open to anyone who's interested. Thank you for taking the time to read if you did and I can't wait to see what becomes of our joined creativity! ♥

[stormyoceans]

https://x.com/ilyseatwn/status/1794360636379689438

I have so many plots for these three, sooo many visions. Gmm I'll share it with you for free, bc you have a limited imagination😔

HANDS OVER MY FACE SHAKING MY HEAD BREATHING HEAVILY FIGHTING THE URGE TO WALK INTO ONCOMING TRAFFIC

OF COURSE. OF COURSE SEA TAWINAN ‘LITERAL HUMAN MAGNET FOR OLDER MEN’ ANUKOOLPRASERT FOUND A WAY TO GET HIMSELF IN THE MIDDLE OF GREATINN. NAY. IT’S EVEN WORSE THAN THAT. HE GOT THEM FIGHTING OVER HUGGING HIM. AT THIS POINT I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHY AM I STILL SURPRISED TBH IF YOU’RE A MAN OVER 27 IN GMMTV YOU’RE SIMPLY NOT SAFE FROM SEA’S ELECTROMAGNETICAL PULL YOU CAN RUN YOU CAN HIDE BUT YOU CANNOT ESCAPE YOUR FATE (im giving boun like.. a couple of months before we catch him hugging sea too)

ON ANOTHER NOTE ANON PLEASE SHARE PLOTS?????? SHARE SOME PLOTS PLEASE FRIEND???????? I CAN HELP YOU MANIFEST AND ACTUALIZE AND PUT ENERGIES INTO THE UNIVERSE TO REARRANGE REALITY AND MAKE THEM HAPPEN